The womanless pageant is one thing and not a problem, but myprivate life is mine and mine alone. You knowing about it is bad enoughand I'm really sorr... and regret that you had to find out. But you need tokeep it to yourself and I don't want any more discussion with you aboutit." Daddy I'll be right back. And when I come back I want an answer to thatquestion. Why crossvestite? And you still have a lot to answer for. Thisis now between you and me. Not just you. And I promise it will never goany. That’s been getting a lot of airplay. You must be pretty happy.’ ‘Yeah. It seems to be doing OK. But what I was going to say was have you got the time?’ ‘All day,’ Daniel said, cheerfully. ‘It’s my day off.’ ‘I mean do you know what time it is?’ ‘Oh.’ Daniel pulled out his cell phone. ‘Nine twenty-seven. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?’ Suzanne couldn’t remember. ‘Probably,’ she said. ‘Would you like some tea?’ Suzanne nodded. ‘Yes.’ Her answer sounded terse at best. ‘I’m sorry. What I mean. She resumed gently tapping the ebony-backed clothes brush against Diane Caldwell’s bottom. It took the fifty-year-old a few moments to re-gather her composure, at least enough to allow her to reply.“Yes, Fiona. I promise that I will take Zofeya in hand. I promise.”She didn’t even bother to ask Fiona Sevens to stop the spanking. She knew that was never going to happen, no matter how much she pleaded. Within seconds the clothes brush began to kiss her bottom once again.“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”. It seemed to be going haywire. She guessed that enough people were tweeting about her to get more and more viewers. And the feed hadn’t been shut down, so far.“Do you like these panties?” she asked, as she pulled her shorts down and tossed them onto the bed. “They’re only M&S, but I think they’re really comfortable. Ooh, just look at that!”She giggled as she sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs to reveal a small damp spot on the crotch of the panties, where her juices had already.