He's the only person in the world who can call me that. He was still eating the ice cream cone that our aunt made for him at her annual Christmas part.... It's been a funny tradition since Tim was just a little boy, she would put two big scoops of vanilla ice cream on a cone, and Tim would try to take as long as he could to lick it down to nothing.There was something so adorable about how attentive he could be to that white smooth ice cream. Everything about him just seemed so beautiful right. In hindsight, not so great. For years afterwards I would picture those marvellous breasts swinging in my face as she bounced on top of me. It was around 5 years until I got a feel of anything bigger than a C cup and it came courtesy of a hooker.I'd had a couple of girlfriends in the years after Katie, and a couple of one-night stands. They were all smaller in the chest department unfortunately, but I would take whatever I could at that age. By 22 it was really starting to bug me. My mates. Obediently, Susan stood and sat beside her Grandfather who gentlyturned her to face him then firmly pushed her back so that she waslying with her head on the cushions. Susan watched her Grandfather'seyes savouring her prostrate, submissive, willing body and she closedher eyes with a contented sigh, and could almost feeling his eyestaking in her small, fragile body and wondering what he was going toask her to do for him.She felt his strong, rough hands slowly slide from her ankles up to. Why should I punish you, my little lioness?”“I lied to you, Master, at least I thought I was. You can tell me you knew how I felt about my daughter all along, but I didn’t know that. I thought I was hiding it from you so you wouldn’t separate us. The guilt of lying to you is still there, even if it wasn’t real. I can’t feel that you’ve forgiven me until I’m punished for what I did. You know I hate to be punished, but please Master” She fell to her knees with her head bowed. “Please, punish me.