But then why did I feel a trace of disappointment at that thought?As it turned out, I would not be disappointed. Sasha and I hopped up the steps onto ...he front porch and then went inside. The cacophony of a dozen girls chatting echoed throughout the old bones of the house, and we turned the corner to find the living room absolutely FILLED with girls.There was no new rule to add to the charter, no special event demanding their presence. There were simply a bunch of girls occupying my living. He was only in his late thirties, but he felt like anold man, mired in service industry jobs, barely above entry level withlittle possibility of advancement.He stood there by his car, leaning against the open door and inhaling thecool air of a Grand Rapids Summer evening. In his heart of hearts, heknew that he could do better, but the non-stop drudgery of his day-to-dayrut seemed to sap the life right out of him. What he needed was a cleanbreak. A fresh start.The cool breeze slapped him in the. .. eventually. In the beginning, it was going to have temporary housing, for as many people as could fit, and they could have 1 month to figure out where they wanted to live. After one month, they would have to stay in a hotel or at a resort, which hopefully would exist by that time.The bronze outer ring had 12 bridges, laid out like a clock with a bridge to the inner ring at every number. The silver coloured inner ring only had bridges at 3, 6, 9 and 12 to the copper coloured wall around the. David-“Are you ready Andy?”Me-“Yes daddy”He grabbed my left ankle with his left hand, leaving his right hand free to swat my ass. He started spanking me. Alternating from cheek to cheek, with each swat landing about every two seconds. Right away I could feel the sting from his bare hand. The sound of the swats were pretty loud, echoing in the kitchen. Each swat was making my stiff cock bounce around. A steady rhythm of continuous stinging swats landing on my bare ass. My cheeks were starting to.