Please,” He said as they entered his office, “have a seat. Coffee?” Mrs. Watting sat down in one of the two cloth and chrome chairs on the other...side of the desk from Bob, declining his offer of coffee. Bob held up the file on her husband, he said, “I should warn you, this could be quite a shock – I, well, I don’t know what you’re expecting.” Finally, after several anxious seconds, he handed her the file. She sat, examining the thick file for quite some time. Inside, along with the detailed. That assumption survived for less than twenty-four hours."Uncle Tim?" Yes, Sweetheart?" I bet you can't make me say 'uncle'!" Are you sure you even want to try? The way I remember it, it doesn't take much to get you to surrender. A few tickles or spanks, and you're shouting 'uncle.' Why even start a game you're sure to lose?" Aw, Uncle Tim, I was just a little kid back then. And a wimp, like all kids. I'm fourteen now. I got lots more control. I can take anything you can dish out, and still not. Donna led them into room. I thought it was interesting of her to wear this baby blue nightie that she knew I loved seeing her in. Marge was taller than Donna, short brown hair, nice tits and was wearing a black see-through nightgown with belt and stockings. Dan was between them with nothing on and his huge cock reaching out ahead of him as it seemed to get harder the closer he came to me and Greg. Interestingly, it seemed like our cocks were doing the same and drawing us towards Dan magnets.. I caught Sam out of the corner of my eye, although she was crying too, she was smiling as well.Luke looked at me with his head askew, “What are you sorry about?”His question almost made me laugh, it was so innocent and he genuinely didn’t understand why I had said what I did.“That you’ve been carrying this. I thought there was something, but I never imagined anything like this.”He gave me a crooked, half-smile and squeezed my hands and still held my eyes. This was taking a lot for him to tell.