I managed to find a space where I could back the cruiser in against the building. I didn't think it was too slippery there, but we would see when I tr...ed to leave. At least I had The Brit to push me, if I needed it. I didn't plan to stay long, so conditions shouldn't deteriorate before I pulled away from the dance club. "So this is what the strips clubs look like in a college town," The Brit said."Yes, I guess it is," I replied. I wore that strip of elastic for a bra. I also wore a baggy top. A warm, gentle, motherly laugh at a bewildereddaughter who just hadn't realized her mother's plans yet. "Now Madison, youlisten to your Mommy. For starters, it's perfectly legal for you and Jeremyto be married in this state. Even with that little thing as you call it, inyour precious panties sweetheart. And Jeremy; I'll take care of him,princess. Mommy has always taken care of her precious little girl and I'mnot going to stop now when you need me most." Patricia tried reassuring. " he says, biting down on my neck. "I can see it in your eyes... say what you're thinking." All I can do is whimper in response.He slides his fingers out slowly, circling my entrance before slowly moving them back inside, twisting as they go. His eyes never leave mine, and I have to squeeze mine shut. It feels too intimate, to be able to see his facial expression as he touches the most intimate part of me, for him to want to watch my reaction; it's both thrilling and all too embarrassing.. I handed her the square headed brush with its thick round handle. “Bend over my knee then,” she said tapping her thigh. “Don’t spank me too hard,” I spluttered wondering what I had let myself in for. “I won’t,” she promised. It felt really odd bending over her knee, her little skirt had ridden right up and I felt her bare legs beneath me. Mia pulled my skirt up and slapped me squarely on the bottom twice. “Oooowch! ... Yeeeeow!” I yelled. “God that really hurts.” “Just two more then,” she.