Then Mommy lifted Mandy's skirt to reveal a pair of pale pink cotton panties. They barely covered more than just her bummy crack and creased down the ...iddle indicating that Mandy was clenching her bottom cheeks. Mommy patted and rubbed her panties for a few moments until her daughter relaxed and then changed the hairbrush to her spanking hand, and rubbed the smooth wood of it across the panties.Mandy grabbed hold of the chair legs and let out a deep breath. She was finally getting what she knew. She looked over to me like she was caught in the headlights. I got nervous and looked away. She continued walking and I got that awful feeling of sensing an opportunity walking away. There was something in her slow walk and short skirt and the look that she had given me that made me feel like it was okay to go and talk to her. As lame as it was I decided to ask for directions. I knew exactly where I was and where I was going but she helped me out with my map of Tokyo. Luckily she had learned. "Yes!" Say it! " I'm so happy that you're a hooker and you're letting me fuck you..." You like fucking your nasty cousin?" She had a way of saying that word that made what we were doing even more wrong. She drove me crazy!We were interrupted by a knock at her door. I was about to pull out but she gripped my arm and whispered, "Wait a sec..."She raised her voice to tell the guy in the hall, "I'll be free in a few minutes, just wait in the hall."A man's voice said, "I got money this time. But. Thankfully that someone is Michael."Hey." Hey yourself," He looks at the cover of my book, "Will Self, Dorian. Isn't that a re-write of that book about that Victorian fag?" Yeah." I say, pretending that the comment hasn't struck a chord within me, a sharp barb that drives deeper every time I hear anyone say something like that and let it slide."What do you want to read that for?" I'm obviously not supposed to answer as he continues, browsing along the shelf in front of him, "You know, sometimes.