To music from a Francoise Hardy retrospective album, the women plodded through their act. It was all very mechanical, and they didn't exude much in th... way of sexiness. They had both seen better days, and, if truth be told, they looked considerably better with their clothes on. But what the hell -- they were pros, and this was what they had been paid for.The better looking of the two, a buxom dishwater blonde, sashayed over to Dave, wagged her ass in his face, and sat herself down on his lap.. I drove home after throwing away the receipts. I didn't want to be reminded how much this fuck with Jonah was costing. Once home, I ran upstairs and placed my outfit on the bed to admire it. Rummaging through a bedside drawer, I pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings. I again stood back to admire my ensemble, much like a worker might stand back from his tidied work bench and admire his tools. Jonah was in for a treat for sure but, this time, I was hoping to be in for a treat too.As I lay in the. He nervously pulled the t-shirt over his head and began to fumble with his belt. "Turn around," his father ordered, "I want to see your ass first, and pull your pants down slowly."Christopher blushed but complied with his father's lewd order. He turned so his back was towards his father, then unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans down below his knees. He left his boxers in place.Stuart enjoyed the sight of his son standing there with his jeans down and his firm ass straining against. When it happened, nothing good ever came about it. It had not happened in years - long before I ever met my Slave. Oh, I definitely planned on punishing Marnie, though I have never, nor will I ever, raise a hand to her in anger. That, simply, was what the walk was for.I'm not even sure how long it took before I returned to my sailboat. A dim light from a port hole was evidence that Marnie was still awake and awaiting me. I found her as I had requested, in the stern cabin upon the comfortable.