Her fingers tugged at the string in my waist band and she pushed her hand into my swimwear. Her fingers gripped my cock, which was already standing up...ight. She rubbed her thumb gently along the eye of my cock, as I felt my moisture beginning to leak from the tip.I could see Mom walking back from the other side of the pool, three bottles of water in hand. She stopped to talk to someone as Becky pulled her hand out of my shorts. She twisted her knees so the towel tented. Becky slid her hand. The week was full of troubles and the never ending attempts to cheat us got to me after a while. When we were approached by a consortium of banks headquartered in Bahrain offering fifty percent above market value for all our US holdings, I met with everybody involved and was shocked to discover that the major stockholders were thrilled to take the money and walk away while the economy was cooking and investment opportunities were everywhere you looked.“Terry, just accept the truth. Daddy never. But instead you give me a phony number and let me make a fool out of myself trying to get in touch with you. That pissed me off."He turned to me. "I seen the ring on her finger. If you are her intended you should know she is a slut. She did it all with me pal. Sucked my joint, took me up her ass a couple of times and fucked me into exhaustion. And that ain't the first time she come in here with her girl friends and I ain't the only guy she's left here with."He turned back to Jessica. "Next time. Clare poured herself over her disciplinarian's knee, ashamed to be forced into her demeaning position.She raised her hips as Miss Roberts slid her white cotton panties to her thighs, savoring her deep obedience.“I don't expect this is pleasant for you, Clare. Neither was your childish behavior.”Drowning in bare embarrassment, Clare focused on her pathetic professional sulk. Damn, she needed this. She welcomed her shameful status, spreading her fingers on the floor, balanced over her.