The first time, daddy just had me bend over my bed, and he spanked me through my clothes several times with his hand. I cried out and whimpered, mainl... because my ego was bruised, not due to any real physical pain. But when he left me in my room to change into my pajamas, I heard mother berating him in the living room, her voice raised in disapproval. A few minutes later, father came back in and closed the door behind him. He told me to take off my pajamas and lie down across his lap. "I knew. She kept rubbing her stocking foot overmy slacks, asking me if I was wearing pantyhose with my outfit. I shookmy head. Bummer.The conversation during the meal was typical chit chat about families andinterests, just getting to know each other. She didn't talk about myundies and I didn't volunteer anything. She corrected me a few timesabout handling silverware a little more delicately and suggested takingsmaller bits. It helps to keep our girlish figures, she informed me. Whenshe stood to excuse. " She relaxed her grip, but leaned forward and kissed the tip again, licking more and tasting it as continued to dribble out. "I like it a lot Grandpa."Before he could respond, she began eagerly licking his cock head using the widest part of her tongue to lap at the oozing cock. He started moaning lolling his head back and forth enjoying the forbidden activity with his Granddaughter. His fingers stole to the sides of her head and he began to run his fingers thru her hair applying slight. They give me a cell on the upper level and close the door. I make my bed and sit down for a minute, I start to think about my new life and how I'm going to live, in here. I roll up my pant legs so they are more like capris so people can see my legs. When the other inmates return to the cell block I am allowed to roam free, I go sit at on of the tables in the common area, I see an old black guy walk up and sit by me, he calls me pretty and I blush. He says "I can make sure no one fucks with you.