Whenever they showed up, my regular wait staff suddenly had the night off (with pay), and were replaced by hard men with bulges under their coats. My ...egular customers seemed not to notice the changes.The only thing I noticed is that none of my regular customers would complain about anything those nights.One night my uncle was entertaining another gentleman, from the west coast, and his family. They were as close to being friends as could be considering their occupations. One of my uncles'. " Jack had thought about gradually training his daughter to accept his rules, rules that her mother had followed, but rules that Eve was not even aware existed. The Jack had made a decision. He would begin his daughter's training immediately. It would be better that she found out while she still had her apartment available in case that she found his rules to be too harsh for her and needed to escape.Eve showered with plenty of hot water, soaping her body vigorously, occasionally touching her. I can safely say no one has ever ridden me like this before, with this sort of enthusiasm, not even the little French whore I used to fuck.She’s grunting and gasping, her hips thrusting backwards and forwards up and down, piston-like, as I lie with my hands on her strong, toned and sun kissed thighs. Never mind my wife, I don’t think I could stop even if my daughter walked in on us now. I’d have to have this young nymph first and then deal with the consequences later.“Jayne, I’m going to cum if. I was as close to Patty and I was to my brother.All eight of us were basically raised by these four sisters. As can be expected from Mississippi children growing up in the 1950’s and 1960’s discipline was delivered by whichever of the sisters you were with when you misbehaved. This obviously meant that each one of us had been over each one of our mother’s/aunt’s lap on numerous occasions. Spankings were delivered “as needed” and ranged from a few swats across the rear to a bare bottomed.