She entered my house and very quietly I shut the door. I helped her with a glass of water and we then settled in my parent’s bed in their bedroom. I...put my arm across her shoulders and we started chatting. Since we were already physical by now (my earlier experiences) I started to touch her breast with my hand that was hanging across her shoulder. She would gently shying, push my hand away. I would again do the same and this continued for some time. I then brought my right hand and started. The Master ordered you to use the other languages as much as possible and so it is forbidden to disobey him."After she had finished her morning bath she was led to a whipping bench and made to lie face down on it. Her ankles and wrists were shackled firmly down and her ornamental waist chain was moved as far up her back as it would go. The harem of Ramzy El-Najjar wore nothing but ornamentation and slippers, so there were no garments, however flimsy, to get in the way of her punishment. She. Leslie and Catherine grew closer as the weeks passed by. Vicky enjoyedtalking with Leslie and used her as a surrogate big sister to talk with herabout things that she was either unable to or afraid to talk to Catherineabout. The two would talk for hours on end about anything and everythingwith Catherine realizing that Vicky was taking Leslie under her wing andshowing her that she really cared.One of the things that Vicky talked with Leslie about was the man who keptasking her out but she was. "It feels so soft. Does this feel good?"I knew I should stop her but I loved her touch. So far I could shake all of this off as innocent fun but it was getting more and more difficult to keep my cock from protesting and tenting the sheets. "Yes," I said without elaboration.She smiled at that. Then she said, "Daddy, I was wondering if... oh, never mind." What is it, Sweetheart?" I prompted, happy to change the subject.She shook her head, her ponytail waiving back and forth at me from behind her.