" Daddy's hands fluttered nervously around my waist. I think he wasn't sure if he wanted to pull me closer or push me away. "Um -- I guess I better ge... back on those windows. I promised your mother..."I shook my head and said, "No, Daddy."He looked at me in confusion. "No?"I shook my head again and said, "No, Daddy. Not until I take care of this." I wiggled my ass and rubbed myself against his erection."T-take care of what?" Daddy stammered."There's no way I'm going to let my Daddy climb up on. But please, just the feet. That looks wrong.’ He nods ‘Okay. Her feet are free. I’m massaging the warmth back into them and I’m sucking on her toes.’ She takes a deep breath. ‘Okay, now I’m jealous.’ He chuckles and leans forward ‘You’re a fast learner. If I were there, wouldn’t it be nice? Particularly if that helpless woman were you?’ ‘Yes, but this beautiful woman got tied up because it’s a photo shoot.’ ‘I’d tie you up because you begged me to.’ Her eyes close and she’s lost in possibility.. McCock as President of the Mess instructed, "Please get your food and then find a place to sit. Take the chairs away form the lounge side of the table and the Flock will sit on the other side as they will be the centre of our attention. Denny you can starve for the time being while you explain."Denny explained abut the failure to put 'hole – in – space' Mark 2 on the "Shreik's" construction record saying that he had been influenced and discouraged by the original reaction which McCock had to. The eight fast sharp strokes of the crop took her over the edge and deep into sub-space, her screams almost an afterthought, her body relaxing into the agony of pure ecstasy. '7' was riding the wave of endorphins that flooded her body, eyes dancing yet out of focus, my girl had taken the pain, fought her instinct to flee, held her position, proved her submission and now rode the natural high.Gore and '3' returned my girl to the cell, washed her sweat soaked body now criss-crossed with whip.