Just ask Mr. Self-sucker over here,” Dad replied, taking a shot a Jack.“Better my own than a nasty fuckpole like Gap’s!” Jack retorted. “No ...egrets here, my friends. I’m the second-best cocksucker I know, after Miss Kitty, of course ... No comment on your father’s skills in that area (wink). Speaking of cocksucking...” Jack continued, “any luck with Mable in that department?”Dad shook his head, “No. I was telling Charlie last night about my futility in that area, and how much I envy what Erika. I felt like my bladder was about to explode, perhaps another punishment, and if it did, more shame and humiliation. What if, as they say, I am caned on my bare buttocks, it’s not the short sharp pain that hurts, it’s the humiliation of touching my toes, and his seeing the crotch of my panties, soiled with my girlish secretions, abuse of my vanity, for me, more sever than the raised bl**died welts on my arse. The big door to his study opens and suddenly he is standing in its frame. I see. She had 5 inch open toe heels on and a leather jacket that came to her waist. Her hair was long and curly and she was fair skinned and spanish about 5'8 with heels on. She walked in and asked me where i wanted to start. I pointed to the couch and she sat down. She immediately changed into a tank top for men and a very small lycra shorts. She was barefoot and only had this on. You could see the imprint of her cock in her shorts. She sat back down and spread her legs and the imprint of her cock. Her tummy was taut, and her breastsstretched almost flat against her chest; tight mounds with hard, pink nipplesat their peaks. "Oh my," she gasped, "Nnnnnnghh……ohhhhh….." "Now, my pretty," he asked, reading from the envelope, "where are….." Hestopped for a moment, confused. "Where are my golf clubs?!!" He walked overto his car, and popped open the trunk. They were gone! "I'll never tell……" "Ok, then hang…until you are ready to tell me where they are!" Shetossed her head. "Never!" John opened a.