So I’m properly punished.” I forget the ‘ma’am’, but Christie whispers it in my ear, and I tag it on, way too late.“Which hand do you norm...lly use?”“My right, ma’am.”“Ok, slide you’re right middle finger all the way into your pussy. Very slowly. You do not have permission to come yet.”My finger feels so good. I am so wet and hot and tight. I rub my spot on the inside, enjoying the sensation, the rub of my hand against my clit.“That’s enough. Take it out.” I am so close to ignoring her, to. .” Dad told me.“You succeeded, Dad. This is a sign of that. I know. Fourteen. But d’ya remember the first few times Cindy showed up with Mister Dan, then you found out they were married?”“I know,” Dad said. “I struggled with that.”“And now?”“Now I see that there are possibilities outside the norms.”“Vicki Duncan is an impossibility, Dad.” I looked at Mom. “Mom, you already understand.”“Yes, son.”“Well?” I questioned.“We’ll stand with you, son. You may have a wait. Are you sure you’re up for. After having him twist my arm behind my back and threaten to break it, I started wondering what would be a worse thing. I believed he had no intention of breaking my arm but he was applying a lot of pressure and I thought to myself that he didn't know how much pressure my arm could take before it would break. I reluctantly gave up and agreed to suck his cock. After giving me strict instructions about how I had better do a good job, he pulled down his pants and shorts. I had never seen. I then talked about the needs of the c***dren and poor on the east and west mountainsides, the locations of the worst of the Caracas’ slums. Our partnership was thus cemented: unique modeling for generous donations to the foundation’s efforts for the poor and c***dren.* * * * *“Senoras and Senores, thank you for coming to our first annual Contreras Foundation gala evening.” There was applause from the hundred or so elegantly dressed members of Caracas’ business and social society. She stood on.