……I don’t think I should tell you. Besides, it’s your turn to play!” There was no way out of this, I could tell. I sat there thinking. “We...l go ahead! I did it for you.. Now it’s your turn.” Padma insisted. “Promise me you won’t laugh at me.” I ordered. “Why would I laugh at you? I’ve never seen a boy jerk off before… I want to watch you do it.” Padma said. “I know you do it’s just that—” “Look,” Padma interrupted, “How did you feel while you were watching me? Hmmm?” “Well….I felt really. By the time four strokes had fallen across each buttock cheek, Sophia was screaming uninhibitedly and, whenever she could catch her breath, howling for mercy too. For all her experience, Belle tried to shut her ears to the sounds (and the sight of Sophia’s frantically squirming bottom, too) but, of course, she could not. Belle felt a vague sympathy and understanding for the girl, but no more. One had to guard closely such sentiments as one needed them all for oneself! Nor did Belle feel any. Doggers expect to see some tit and cunt at least.”Before the flabbergasted woman could respond... her daughter returned to the kiss that she was obviously enjoying so much.The eighteen-year old did like her boyfriend’s kisses... whether it be on her lips... or down between her parted thighs... as useless as he was when he tried to use his dick, he certainly made up for with his mouth and tongue. Alice slowly removed what little clothing she wore nowadays, never taking her eyes off the couple in. Miller thought for a moment. Then he picked up the receiver of the telephone on his desk. “Mabel? Dr. Miller here.... I'm fine, thank you. Mabel, could you connect me to Theodore Baxter in the city? His number is Melrose 4251.... Yes, I know there's a charge.... Thank you, dear.”“Baxter residence. Who is calling?”“Stan Miller. How are you, Ted?”“Stan? Good to hear from you. I'm well, thank you. How is that dear daughter of yours?”“She has a dilemma. That's why I rang.