Just before I fainted, dad helped me pull my head back so enough of his meat was out of my mouth so I could breathe. I didn’t let up though, and use... my tongue like crazy on the head and the underside of the shaft. I felt my pussy start getting hot and itchy. I also felt a sense of accomplishment because dad’s phallus had gone from half-hard to fully erect while it was in my mouth.I looked up at dad’s face again and into his eyes. He nodded slightly and shoved his schlong down my throat again.. Outside the room there was a table where she signed in, took a name tag and a contract. Anastasia was told to fill it out and give back to the lady inside. She read the paper, it was a waiver for the spanking party.Oh, well, she wasn’t going to be there that long. Sheesh this was a quite a fix she had gotten her naughty bottie in!She signed the paper, put on the name tag and entered the ballroom. She immediately heard crack-crack-crack sounds from across the room. The sounds of a spanking being. He unlocks the door and we enter. Walk down the hall, they show us their office. He says he rather not have us in there. That there is so much paperwork setting around. They suggested the conference room would be better. We enter and the lights are turned on. There's a long table, chairs around it. Two long leather benches along the wall. One side of the room was just black glass. The other side that ran along the hall was clear glass. We all sat around the table talking for a bit. (The chairs. They agreed to meet and he suggested a relatively fancy restaurant that was way more expensive than she could ever afford, so she was looking forward to it.When they met, she immediately realized that the pic he used was way out of date and he was much older than 35. She figured he was easily in his mid-50s. However, he seemed friendly, was generally a handsome guy, and spoke enough of her language to ease communication a lot. She figured she'd eat dinner and make up an excuse to leave. She.