.” replied Julia.“Oh dear oh dear . . . are you trying to encourage me to have you spanked again?”“Oh no!” gasped Julia. “I m-meant . . . ...-Mr Quentin . . . I’m ssorry . . . Mr. Quentin . . .”Quentin smiled. “I should hope so,” he said. “And you, Miss Villiers . . . did you enjoy that?”“Yes Mr. Quentin . . . Th-thank you . . .” answered Melissa.Rosalie marvelled that the girl could make such a seemingly genuine reply. Amazing!“Well now,” continued Quentin, “before you go, we come to the. I was returning to the house after a typical relaxed jaunt, having stopped off for a couple of beers at the pub around the corner and feeling little pain despite the long day on my feet. As I turned the corner to head up the driveway, I noticed a stream of light beaming from a basement window mid-way down the driveway, which I knew meant Mike and/or Laura were home. I thought little of that but as I walked along the gravel path, I casually glanced over, realizing I would have a fairly clear. The change in his face was electrifying. His eyes lit up and ahungry smile came to his face. His tongue slipped out, moisteninghis lips, and he began to look less like a timid youth and morelike a hungry wolf. I loved it.Jeff was mesmerized by my tits, which are a nice 38D size. I hadalways been proud of them, though I usually dressed to downplaythem (not out of shame, but to avoid being hassled by oglingleches). But I didn't mind this ogler in the least. Under hisgaze, my nipples. She can come here you know." Only if she can bring her bedroom!" Haha. Nevertheless, I know if you or Julia are left to choose, you'll be over there every evening. I can just imagine you two concocting a 'fair' system: where she invites you over on odd days, and you invite yourself on even days. I think not. We'll have to make some guidelines for schooldays and weekends. You're going over for their family dinner on Wednesday, aren't you?" Yes, as far as I know." That'll be twice this week.