.. But first I think I'll go tell daddy what a good cocksucker we have here... That is him waiting outside in the car isn't it?" With that Mr.Farnley ...ave one last stern stare at his grandson before zipping up and walking back out to the reception. Bailey hadn't thought about her dad sat outside in the car since this had all started happening. She thought how he'd react, what would he feel, what would Mr.Farnley say. Before she could finish her thoughts Jack, Mr.Farnley's grandson, had walked. That was what you had promised me. You had texted me that you would focus on me, on all the things that I had described to you, on all the things that made my pussy burst with cum, and repeatedly contract from orgasm after orgasm. I took a deep breath, shut off my engine, and stepped a stocking-clad leg out of my car. My heels clicked up the stairs of your apartment complex. It was like every click of my heel was a kiss you laid on my skin, closer and closer to my most sensitive area. I almost. Some people, and Steve was one of them, would say getting revenge hurtsthe one who is dealing it out. They become the monster they arefighting. Steve kept on telling himself it was him just embarrassingthem like they had him, so it was fair play. The man who was mentallywaking up to what he was doing tried to just ignore the call.All Steve wanted was to get those guilty thoughts out of his mind. Hebroke down and went against his plans and called Jessie. This phone callwas worse for Jessie. I yelped.The cheeks of my ass gripped tight in response to the pain. Pain was never part of my fantasies, but he ignored my protests and continued to beat my bare buttocks with varying degrees of intensity. He played me like a violin, tracing my ass with its leather tentacles until I responded with a beckoning circle - then providing a smart smack as if to punish my enjoyment. I accepted each whack even though the pain had me whimpering. I took it as if it was a consequence of my vulgar.