"Sure dad, like you ever raised a hand to me." Sharon says a twinkly of humor in her eye."I know I spoiled you far too much, spare the rod and all tha...." I sayJennifer is just looking at the two of us like we have lost our minds."Miss Sanders, what ever story he has told you I will vouch for its authenticity" Sharon says finally."So he really is your father?" Jennifer ask."Well adopted anyway, he rescued me when I was young" Sharon says.Jennifer looks at her and than at me, she spots a picture. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his slut. His fingers are caressing over my back slowly and teasingly. He leans down and kisses me passionately, our. For amoment, not even as long as a one-hit wonder time in the spotlight,Paula thought that was Mistress' Jennifer Bath Caddy and it was notright for Paula to use it. It felt wrong for the same scenario playedout many times before with the roles reversed. That thought went away asquickly as it came because of the smile on Paula's wife face assured theformer maid it was fine.Jen loved the grateful look Paula gave and in some way better understoodwhy her husband needed to be a maid. Jen knew one. I haven't got time for this. "Midshipman Shiplett. Why do you want to know?" Student Battalion leadership positions are up for review. Weren't you paying attention?" Midshipman Shiplett, you may address me as 'Candidate Collins'. That indicates I am prior service. Prior service indicates I have prior commitments, which you have no need to know about. That is where I go on my weekends." Pissed doesn't even begin to describe it, Shiplett, and I hope the frost on those words penetrates even the.