‘Dad, what you doing here?’ Becky asked, voice quavering slightly. ‘Hi Mr. Stanford,’ Gretchen said. ‘Don’t go in until midnight, got…�... the man said, looking at his watch ‘Almost three hours.’ ‘Oh,’ was all Becky said. ‘Y’all have fun,’ the man said and left the bedroom. ‘Hey butt breath, Michael, her step-brother teased as he walked past the open door of Becky’s bedroom. ‘Shut up!’ Becky shrilled. They heard a baseball game playing in the living room and soon the sounds lulled both girls to. I expected a bottle of pills, but he told me that he ground it up into powder so it could be mixed with water and taken in one 'glug'. He claimed that's how Marilyn Monroe did it.[Ed. note: He lied!]Jack tried to talk me out of this, one last time saying, "Jenny, you have so much to live for. Look what you do to me!" And with that, he shucked his pants and showed me his rampant eight inches of man meat, pointing at me like some 'water witch'.Shocked, I told him, "Stop, Jack! You know you can't. ”The cuffs felt heavy again as she turned me around so that I was looking down the table. The hand in the small of my back was forceful and I quickly found myself lying face down with her hand still pressing down on me. “We won’t have this conversation again will we?”“No.”“No what?” she responded with the hard stroke of the cane against my bottom.I yelped. “No Mistress.” I responded in pain.The six strokes that followed were swift and very painful and when I stood to my feet tears rolled down. The next time he cut my hair Phillippe boldly grabbed my hand and placed it palm up under his cock. I not only stroked it openly, but I really wanted to open his fly, take out his cock and suck on it. Unfortunately my fantasy was more bold than I was and that did not happen.a woman came running in wanting to use the phone and he rushed her out so we could go back to out fun. When he was finished cutting my hair he offered me a ride home. Like the sly fox he was, he knew what going to happen. He.