I’d prefer to see you again, but if this is what you need, then yes, I’ll agree,” she said sadly. “Will you do one thing for me?”“Sure, wh...t is it?”“Kiss me! I mean, a really good kiss. And you have to give me one tomorrow at grandfather’s house, too!”“You bet!” I said, pulling her into a tight embrace.Our lips touched softly and then parted, our tongues seeking each other. We kissed for several minutes, assuring each other that there was still a lot of love between us, until, reluctantly, I. “Going all pink for them, are you?” I said with a smile as I pulled on cargo shorts and a golf shirt.“That’s not the only pink of mine that they’ll get to see,” she answered as she did her hair up in a loose ponytail, “I hope.”“That would be my hope, too.”Even then, though, I could hear some uncertainty in my voice.***Patty greeted us at the door with a big smile on her face. A very short denim skirt clung to her shapely hips and bum while a white tank top hugged her little breasts. She was. "Didn't you see the way she kissed and rubbed herself up against that big hairy Neanderthal when we landed? She acted like he was some lost lover or something. My god, dad, will you open your eyes to what's going on? If I were you, I would have shot him and turned HER over my knee. I can't believe a pregnant married woman would act that way. It's shameful, that's what it is! I don't know what you would do if you didn't have me to look out for you!"I sat next to her in shock with my mouth. I know you like this, whore."I loved being called a whore. I was a whore."Yes, Ma'am, I'm your whore!"Another hit assaulted me, this time to my left breast. I groaned loudly."Good whore."I smiled. I liked being a good girl. The flogger made its way down again to my pussy. I was expecting a smack, but I should've known by now to expect the unexpected. She simply ran the smooth leather over the folds of my pussy. My wetness coated it and I felt my juices being spread around. Yearning for any.