She also commented that she loved how I wasn't hairless, she had always wanted a “bear” to play with. Finally, she moved to my lower body, but she...skipped my groin for the moment. Working my thighs and calves for a few moments, I was a little worried my just-then soft cock would spring up and poke her in the eye! Worried needlessly, next stop was my inner thighs and pubic region. I keep it trimmed for sanitary and practical purposes, that day being a good example. You never know when some. She pauses lest he fall face first without his hands to stop him, then shortens her grip on the leash to about 6 inches. He finds himself pulled forward into the hall bathroom and as she swings the door open she says, "this isn't about the damn apron, it's about this." She points to the towel, unfolded and hanging by a corner on the rack and asks. "Is this what we do with our towels when were done?" He replies a meek "no". She quickly follows asking about the shower curtain pushed to one side,. ” The cool leather of your belt stings against my flesh. I whimper. “You know better, do you not My Pet?” Your voice filled with disappointment. “Yes Master.” is all I can say in return, feeling another hard smack against my now pink ass cheeks. “Please no more Master, I promise I will be good, I won't play with myself anymore unless I ask your permission first.” Another hard spank across my thighs and ass, I yelp out in pain. “Ouch!” “You're right My Pet, you will not play with yourself. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, my 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS.