" The rest of the meal Dad was in an artificially jovial mood, joking in an awkward sort of way, as if trying to lessen the feeling that something ver...y important was coming up. Finally, after the luncheon dishes were done, Dad called me back to the dining room and the three of us sat down at the table for the big talk.Dad had a bit of trouble getting to the subject, but it finally became clear that their concern was for the AIDS scare, and they were worried about me. Mom is the one who kept. ‘Caden,’ she supplied. Her smile was fake. Her heart pounded with anticipation for the message. Or maybe it was fear. She managed to embrace his hand in a firm handshake. ‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked. Her hand reached into her back pocket back stopped at the feeling of warmth on her shoulder. Richard looked at her with sincere eyes. ‘You look like your having a rough day. A rough week even. Keep it. It’s probably the last bit of kindness you’ll see in this city.’ This time Caden’s smile. The cold water had made my nipples stiff and pokes out and the water had made my shirt translucent. Dad hardly said a word as we hiked back to camp, when we got there I went to our tent and changed into a dry shirt. I felt funny about the way he had looked a me, it made me feel kind of strange. When I got to the fire, dad had already cleaned the fish and had them in a pan over the fire. So I pulled up a camp chair and sat across the fire from dad, who tried his best not to look at me. I thought. The punishment was far from over. Nicole had Phoebe lie on her back with her legs well spread. She allowed Phoebe to catch the sun on her tits and pussy. When they were suitably reddened Nicole applied some oil to these areas. Nicole then made Phoebe arch her back and applied the switch with some vigour to her tits, when they were covered in red welts she moved her attention to Phoebe’s pussy.The final part of the punishment had begun. Nicole got two boys to spread Phoebe’s legs wide apart she.