She kept slapping the child’s cheeks as hard as she could for as long as she could. When Michelle began to cry harder, it fueled Lisa to double her...efforts, She took a paddle from her purse and beat the poor girl. As she did, she played with the clothes pins on Michelle’s nipples, taking them on and off, and occasionally giving Michelle a couple of good ?booby smacks?, as Lisa called them. ?I’m going to smack you until you feel comfortably with me as your charge. I think that would. She righted herself slowly, wary as a rabbit might be in the face of a predator.That a simple act required such fear- that she felt she she should be cautious- almost made him abandon his plan right then."Good morning," he said, quiet."Good morning," she repeated, the mask already slipping into her speech and across her features. Her face was empty of emotion and fear, but her posture broadcasted her unease.Renee waited, steeling herself for what was to come- what had finally come. She waited. Her hazel eyes occasionally glance up, at me, making sure Iam watching her. She is rubbing herself through her panties, the wetnessof her lips and fingers making lewd noises. I reach down and cup her cheeksoftly as she urges her "lunch" from the throbbing erection.My fingers dig into her big breasts as my hips buck and my sticky seedspurts over her lips and tongue. She slurps on my cock softly lovinglymaking sure she got every drop. "Thanks for treating me to lunch, Boss!"She rises and begins. And I was just curious to know if it is true.”“How old are you now Molly and just how many cocks have you seen?"“I'm sixteen and a half and I've seen a few. I mean a couple of real ones and a few more in pictures.”“Well then, maybe you should look at mine and you can decide for yourself if what you have heard is true or not," he said patting a spot beside him on the bench.I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there silent for a few moments. Finally, my curiosity and my horniness got the better.