Go ask him.”“He’s sleeping,” my daughter replied.“He’s faking. Just go poke him awake.”I was going to have to find a way to thank my wif...e for that. Riley came over and poked my arm lightly. I just grumbled a touch and faked snoring. Riley stopped and I heard her say, “Mom?”“Poke him harder! Try to tickle him. That’ll wake him up.”Riley came over and poked me some more, so I cracked an eye and grumbled out, “This better be good, or you’re going in the lake.”She giggled and jumped back. Kelly. “Where did I tell you to keep your hands?” you ask with a steady, low voice. “Behind my back,” I wince in pain, “I’m sorry Daddy.” I sigh in relief as you let my nipple go. You bend down, taking hold of the hem on my cammi and whip it up off me, in one quick movement. “What are you?” you yell. I stare at you blankly, unsure of what you want to hear. Watching you flick your hand back, I wait to feel the sharp sting of your slap against my breast. The sweet mixture of pain and pleasure makes. He seemed genuinely irritated with me, which was half the reason I did what I did."Let's take a break, shall we? I'm famished. You may have eaten dinner, but I…um…'slept' through my dinner time. Do you mind?" I asked as innocently as I could. By then he was standing up straight and rubbing the small of his back."No, Mrs. Mount, whatever you say," he replied dryly, while still wondering what had just happened to him."Okay, let's move into the kitchen then. And please be a dear and bring the. " Whewwww! Thanks dad," sighed Paul, feeling relief as he nodded and thenreached up, thinking his tiara would fall off. "This thing is heavy." And going nowhere," said Lillian, giving it a soft tug. "Yup, they pinnedthe crap out of it. You can move freely princess, but if you wouldn't mindgiving me a minute with your parents please, Paula." Sure, come with me a sec sis," said Bridget, pulling him away andwhispering."There's someone waiting to see you." Oh shit," Paul felt his knees knocking as.