The tiny bit of affection I had once seen between them was no longer existent. And like I said, dad was spending more and more time away from home.As ...or me I was growing a bit restless myself. Unemployed, it seemed like a lifetime had passed since I'd even been out on a date. I couldn't afford it for one thing, and for another, ever since my high school sweetheart and I had broken up, I'd been too busy working up until then to even think about dating or meeting anyone else. As it was, I was. The Caning Master they called me, which I rather liked.I bid Kelly to enter, which she did rather nervously. Kelly was a pretty girl, at that stage of womanhood where she was all knees and elbows. She walked over to me desk like Bambi on Ice. Long tanned legs, ungainly as yet. Clumpy shoes with block heels did not aid her gracefulness. A bum which had yet to fill out to full womanhood. I could see this through her regulation brown school skirt, worn short to show off her rather nice thighs.. Brad caught her, as her knees buckled, while she screamed her release. He guided her to the elevator floor, watching her catch her breath. Her chest was covered in a becoming red flush; her nipples rock hard. Smiling, Brad was pleased to see that freckles were all over her body, not just on her face. He leaned down and kissed her. Gracie could taste her cream all over his lips and tongue. She trailed her hand down his body, until she reached his cock, which was still rock hard and very wet. . "Tell that 'boy' of yours, that if he can't see what's being served, then I'll fuck someone else!" Sally was still crying. "I'm still a god-damned virgin at eighteen! For him, that little bastard! Tomorrow I will be in someone else's bed, tell him that!" Sally slammed the door from the outside.Anne was speechless, had been since she opened the door. Now the missing pieces were falling into place. Sally had made a romantic dinner and put on her smallest dress and worn her highest heels, with.