”“I like that, sir: your last sentence. Can I quote you on it?”“Certainly. It is true.”“Your full name, sir, is Reginald Robertson, right?...��“Yes.”“You are 19?”“Coming up 20, so please call it twenty; sounds more mature, not being a teenager.”“Your address?”“No fixed abode.”“Really?”“No, but that will do for your story. I don’t want my home address mentioned. I have an enemy that I don’t want told where I live.”“We can skip the address then. You are a student at our local. Miss.”Realizing she was the one being address the strawberry blonde replied with a good natured smile and a simple, “Yes?”“My daughter has a request for you.” After a few awkward moments of inaction between Lily and the waiting stranger he prompted, “Well hand it over.”“This is a sick joke dad!” Lily said as she gave in and handed the Breeding Pass to the woman.The strawberry blonde gasped as she read what was printed on the card. Her smile dieing on her lips. “And just who am I suppose to. When all of a sudden you feel a sharp stinging on your inner thighs as they are being smacked lightly with paddles. Who is this? Was it me? If it was who's cock are you licking? Am I even there? All of this combined with the pain causes you cum all over the place covering your inner thighs. Your juices spray everywhere as the paddle now strikes you harder. Then without warning the paddle stops as quickly as it had started and all you're left with is the stinging. You now notice: The Strokes. ‘You want to see what I’m doing here, I think you should look, it directly involves you.’Remember, I told you I had a bad week. Sitting here now at my dining room table with the sun shining down on me knowing I have the rest of the week to myself, well it doesn’t seem as bad as it did then.It is now clear that in the early part of last week that Tahlia was starting on breaking me down mentally. Sleep deprivation. Tricking me into taking Denny away. Being thoroughly degraded by another Woman..