He steps out of them and I notice him removing his belt from the trousers. I begin to tense once again. Daddy has slapped me before but never used his...belt on me. I don’t think I can take that. My mind begins to go in overdrive but then I feel daddy wrapping the belt around my waist. I can’t see what is happening but I can feel him putting something between the belt and me. He tightens the belt shut. He has put a long hard object between my legs, the end of it just reaching my clit, the belt. A tall, gawky man entered, wearing a scandalously expensive suit and carrying a briefcase. He was adjusting gold-rimmed glasses atop his beak of a nose. Two huge bruiser-types in similar suits accompanied him, looking menacing in their complete silence."Mr. Taylor. Mr. Wainwright," he said in a polished voice as the wall-section swished silently back into place. "How are you feeling?" Who the hell are you?" Hollis demanded.The man smiled an oily smile. "Roger Kelly, Mr. Wainwright. I'm Vice. .. carefree. If it will make you all feel better, I'll try to tone it down for a while. But I can't promise anything."The conversation at the table for the rest of the lunch period was on the quiet side, but I figured they would get used to the new me in a little time. But I wanted Joey and Suzi to understand I wasn't giving into my desires and would someday wind up like Steven or worse.So after we dumped our trash and stacked up our trays, I put one arm over Joey'sshoulders and the other over. When I was in my petticoat and blouse only Rick cried out, “Oh mom, what a terrific figure you have. Let me see it all.” The moment I started unbuttoning the blouse, Rick interrupted “Mom sit over me and do it. I need a closer view.” Listening to Vineeta’s narrative had had an inexplicable effect on me too.I was feeling hot behind the ears and damn certain wetness had started building up between my legs too. It was like some kind of hypnotic spell that I was under. My closest friend was telling.