After a few minutes I hear Dad's footsteps on the stairs and then he's in the kitchen. Again he kisses me and caresses my baby bump. Then his hand run... up my leg, under my dress and feels my bare ass. “Good girl, no panties, just how Daddy likes you” he squeezes my ass and kisses me again. We sit down for dinner, and eat quickly. As my Dad sits at the table I clear the table, and wash the dishes. I'm bending over putting some pots back in a low cupboard, when I feel my dress being pulled up, my. ’ She ignored the grumpy look he sent her and waited until they were alone before turning back to Alice. ‘I thought it might be useful to compare notes.’ ‘Sure,’ Alice replied, shuffling in her chair. ‘Good idea.’ Kirsten’s eyes narrowed a little. Was Alice feeling uncomfortable? If she was, there could only be one answer and that was that Tony Daly had done the same with her. Maybe that’s what this was about? The agency lured unsuspecting women to an audition and ended up by dragging them. Tonight would be delicious, yet simple, so long as my plaything was obedient. I got to work as soon as I brushed the last grains of sand from the arch of my foot and crossed the threshold to my domain.------Hours later, I surveyed my work: The St. Andrew's cross had been coarsly sanded, the leather shackles inspected and oiled to retain their suppleness. Long ago, I'd attached the whole cross to a frame, all the better to pivot my specimen to my liking. I gave it a whirl and it glided smoothly. Well in real life it is pretty darn close to that except add to it the sound of fingers on a chalkboard and an internal and external blast of hellfire from embarrassment and shame on your facial cheeks."Hi, Mr. Jeter," a voice chimed from the front of my garage. I dropped the panties from my face and they slipped down along my body to the floor. They fell at rate about a thousand times too slow for my liking. My hand came off my cock and rested on a box in front of me. u*********sly, I caught.