Ten, sir.” He must have been playing with me, because the next one came down on my red ass with a loud whack. “Eleven, sir,” both of my feet wer... kicking. Whack! “Twelve, sir!” Without thinking, I placed my hand over my burning ass. “Hands to your side!” my father shouted at me. I quickly brought them back down as he pushed me up closer to him. Whack! “Thirteen, sir!” I shouted tears streaming down my face. Whack! “Fourteen, sir!” The next one came down even harder. I wanted to cover my burning. "Stop teasing me," she whined, actually moving her ass back, trying to get my cock in her.My need was finally too much and I obliged her desperate desire and slid my entire cock in her pussy, going balls deep in one firm thrust."Mother fucker!" she screamed, which froze me deep inside her hot box.Did she know it was me?Or was that just something she said in the heat of the moment?I was now, officially, a mother fucker. A club I imagined many sons would love to join.My confusion continued as she. One showed the private dance room, another showed the show stage, one the front entrance, and the fourth was an split screen showing the bar's 6 cash registers."Well, Bob, how do you like my TV's?"Bob jumped at the familiar voice and turned to look at Cindy as she moved behind the large oak desk that was the centerpiece of the office. "Quite a show you have for yourself here. You ought to tape it." Oh we do. At least when there are important people we like to remember and remind them that. Foundation, setting powder, blush and eyeshadow. She outlined my lips andthen filled them in with a sexy red gloss. She applied eyeliner, finishingthe eyeliner with wings at the corners of my eyes. After highlighting mybrows she added false eyelashes. She added a pair of clip on hoop earringsand then the finishing touch. She placed a beautiful auburn wig on my head,it fell to about the middle of my back and she brushed it out carefully.After finishing with the wig and makeup she brought out a.