I lifted my skirt andpulled my panties down to my knees. I saw a nice white line in the crotchwhich pleased me. I lifted the crotch to my nose and got...a nice whiff of mysweet aroma. As I peed I realized I needed to do a little more than pee. SoI took that moment to do number 2. I wiped myself but not all the way andused the lace panties to finish. Leaving a nice brown line was well. I thenwashed and dried my hands and then dabbed my face with another paper toweland touched up my lipstick.I was. Listed there was her mother, Allison Clifford, with the notation that she was one of the richest people in the world. Further, it said she was senior partner of a law firm.Jan called Anita Collins. Anita gave her the name of a lawyer friend in town who was likely to have a copy of the Martindale-Hubbell lawyers' directory. She called and got an almost-immediate answer. The firm name was Clifford & Jamison; Allison Clifford was managing partner and the phone number was provided. She checked her. It had holes to breathe through, but it only halved the volume of her cries, when the belt lashed her tits a second and third time.“AAAA!!” Joan yelled. “Oh, it hurts, soo much!”“Yes, Momma, I thought we should start with the belt that first beat you into submission.”“I hate it, Robert. Please no more!”“Shhh.” Tommy hushed. He had moved between her legs. She looked down her naked torso and saw him tearing off his clothes.CRACK! The leather struck.“YIIEEEE!” She squealed. “Her hard nipples took. .. nothing..I just wanted to see what it... uhhh... felt like."Angela sat up, and spread her legs, allowing Arin to inspect her most private of parts. After Arin finished inspecting and feeling, the two girls sat facing each other, naked and legs spread."You know... you are very pretty... uhhh... Angie..." Yeah you too, you look like Mom." Heh, let's make a pact, Ok" Ok, what kind of pact?" Ok, well first you make a rule that we both have to follow, then I do, Ok?" Sure... ummm... Ok, I've got.