My dad was just a financial donor, meaning I rarely saw him, just his monthly check of 1000 dollars as he called me "the thousand dollar k**". I didn'... miss him, and I didn't miss out on a father figure. Mr. Jim was the best father figure a girl could have. He always made me feel special. He always bought mom and I thoughtful little gifts. He was also a great cook, and always called and told me to come over and get some food he had made for my mom and I. We loved him, and appreciated him in our. Before i could reply i dont know what hit me curiosity or the bulge in my own pants but i couldnt think just react I reached over grasping into his lap i fondeled what felt like huge balls working up to his shaft that felt stiff as a board.He slowly rocked the passenger seat back placing my wandering hand around his cock he removed his own hand as I gripped down gently and began stoking it. UNlike him i was sensually slowly tugging in long motions one hand now rubbing the croch of my own. .. ..."But first, lets even this out." once again bringing the cane down and his vision goes white with pain and he screams into the gag. She tosses the neoprene cane on the bed but his eyes are screwed shut from the pain. She then picks up one of the rattan canes she had brought into the room. She leans down to him and speaks to him. "Lets get this over quick. c'mon now it's only 6 more on each. I wandered back to Janice's, read her "rough" draft (invariably better than what a final from me would be) and told her to go for it. She typed in the instruction (whatever it was) for the laser printer to use the alternate paper tray and to make three copies, got them, clipped each, put them in a blue file folder, and handed it to me. "Service with a smile." What's the third for?" The minister on Wednesday." Boy, are you ahead of me! Thanks a bunch. Now go home. That's enough work."I stopped.