And I thought my worst fears were realized when she came into the kitchen with a sort of mad face. “Katie, my love, are you angry with me? I shakil... asked.“Uncle Jim, last night I wanted you to touch me you know where,” she replied.I was surprised at her answer, but relieved. “I don't feel I have the right to touch you there, but you know I want to,” I replied. “I would do anything to make you happy, you know that. It's just we are on such shaky ground. I don't want you to regret anything. This fat pig is going to make you suffer for that remark, I am going to see how many times I can bounce on you" ! She then started lifted up and slamming herself back down onto me, again and again counting out loud as she landed. Each time she landed the air was forced from my body with a loud grunt until when she finally reached the count of fifty and settled to sitting on me. "Blimey", she moaned, "That's made my knees sore" and adjusted herself to stretch her legs out straight. "Please Janet. Bill. Next time I’ll do it before you dry my hair. Okay?”“Sounds like a good plan,” I said as I zipped up my pants.- - -A month later Michelle returned for a trim. My cock twittered when I saw her come through the door. When it was her turn, I took her to the back to shampoo her gorgeous blonde hair and as always, got a raging hard-on.“Your hair feels so nice today, Michelle,” I said as I took my time.“Does that mean that you’ll be wanting a blowjob from me?”“Of course!”She just smiled and. She had a wide leather belt through the jeans, just for effect, as they fitted her like a glove.“Can I tell you what I’d like you to do?” she asked.“I’ve got some ideas of my own, but yeah, tell me what you fancy” I replied.“OK, you could do something like this. You order me into the kitchen, give me a ‘naughty girl’ lecture, order the position that you want me to assume, select something to paddle me with, and then paddle the living daylights out of my ass.I couldn’t believe my ears; this girl.