Father orders me to turn on the recorder. I can see Chloe glaring at me with her red eyes through the mirror. He stands behind her, so that she can s...e him from the mirror that he's admiring his marks on her deep red bottom. She's biting her lower lip, frowning, eyes wet, but doesn't mutter a word. She knows he's right. With the pictures at his hand there's nothing else she can do but obey whatever he wants her to do. "Take off your top. Let me see your tits." I gasp in silence. What? What is. “Ooh, Kitten. Please, please you know what that does to me.” He speaks low, shifting in his seat; he is rock solid in my mouth. I begin a quick pace on him, I'm not giving in. I want to tease him as badly as I feel right now. The hot lust for this man lingers deep inside me, it nearly hurts. Every so often I allow my teeth to run along him, to send him nearly over the edge. My heart is racing in my chest, I moan softly against his cock. He begins to slowly raise his hips up slightly to meet my. ” As I spoke I looked over his shoulder but began hitching my skirt up, over my stockings and now it was a small band of fabric showing my legs off in full and my thong which was slightly damp through my thoughts. “Well we would need to put a solid erection in here.” He winked at his own innuendo. Standing in front of me now I smelt aftershave on him and his smile was soft. There was no pause he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick hard cock. “Take your panties of and give them to. I had set a glass pan under it to catch the drippings. I peeled five pounds of potatoes, quartered them and put them in a bowl holding salted water. That went into the refrigerator. I set the giblets simmering in a pot with bay leaves and peppercorns. At three hours until noon I dropped the pudding bags into boiling water. The cold potatoes came out of the fridge to warm up. At about an hour before noon I started the oven and put the butter on serving plates. Sliced, peeled potatoes went into.