’ I replied. ‘Your dinners’ on the table.’ She responded and went back to her drink and insipid television show. While Dad seemed to be moving... on with his life, Mom was still moping around the house most of the time and never seemed to be too happy about too much. She was just a ghost of her former vibrant self and that tore at my heart to watch. I’m not saying she was listless or depressed to the point of giving up. She still worked everyday and poured her heart out on the job. But, she almost. When he was satisfied with her punishment he stopped the spanking."Get up, bitch!" Ben commanded.Brandy stumbled to her feet as Ben stood, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the big round table in the Livingroom. He tossed her on her back and shacked her wrists to the table, next he spread her legs wide as they dangled over the edge. Looking at Brandy now hogtied Ben said, “Look princess Daddy doesn’t want to have to punish you but you need to understand you belong to me now and you’ll do as I. All the men were checking me out! One black guy had the balls to say how pretty my feet looked in front of my husband. That's all it took for hubby to give me signal of approval. We asked this black...kind of chunky 40 something man to go over to the woman's section to help me pick out some clothes. We discreetly walked into the changing room and I had this stranger stand up on the seat in the changing room. That way you can only see 1 pair of legs. I reached up and started plying and pinching. I know it’s not very PC of me, but I’m entitled to my likes and dislikes. Luckily Fay tends to agree with me on this. The other e-mail was much more interesting. Her name was Lotti and she was German but living over here. Her written English was very good. She was dark-haired, judging by the photo she sent. It was a ¾ shot of her standing sideways in a short crop top that showed a broad expanse of her belly. She seemed to be standing in such a pose as to maximise the size of her breasts which.