My father stood in the doorway. He was 44, he didn't look bad, either. His blonde hair was still full, his green eyes still twinkly. His skin was tann...d. Women would always admire him whenever he went out."Hey, sweetie," he said, drawing me into a hug. I thought I felt something hard press against my groin, but I guess it was imagination."Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Yeah, but Matthew was sick so the meeting was cancelled, so I thought I'd come to see you. How are you?" I thought I saw. It didn't seem that Carl cared a bit as he wiped the last of his cum onto my nose, he said "See you again soon, slut. Be prepared. I've got plans for you." He turned to enter his door across from me. I was still on my knees and panting with copious semen draining down my face as I watched Carl's door close behind him. I wondered what depravity my new neighbor had in store when saying, 'Be prepared, he's got plans for me'. All I was sure of was that my dick was raging and I needed to get off.. ?Okay, back to the crop!? He exclaims as he raises the whip in his hand. Now you can continue counting!? Here breasts burn. Reddened under her glistening perspiration mixed with the body lotion, both display crisp, thin welts as they stand up, quiver on her bare chest. Her mind races, even above the pain. She realizes she will have to endure the sharp, stinging pain repeatedly. Again, she will humiliatingly have to hear herself counting, acknowledging the strokes. She reflexively. At the second viewing she tried every trick she could think of to get dave to remove the house from the market , her favourite skinny jeans , black ankle boots , even a low cut blouse topped of with the best uplift bra she had , even openly flirting with him had no effect . she knew what she had to do , she wanted this house and she was going to get it so as dave waited up stairs while cass done her final inspection of the house she started to prepare herself to get the house.her 3 inch heels.