Am I clear? Yes Master. Good girl. He removed the paddle from her pussy. A few seconds later Callie felt the sharp sting against her ass and heard the...loud slap echo thru the kitchen. O-one. Jack ran the paddle against her abused pussy again with more force to add enough pain to make her yelp. He removed it and brought it down across the small ass again. Two. She whispered brokenly. This time he didnt give her anytime to recover and brought the paddle down again. T-three. Each time he changed. Karl and I knew that we were in a bad situation. Mike(1four)and Andy the younger finally asked how long we have been dothis kind of stuff. To cut the story short I will get to whatthey "blackmailed" Karl and I into. Mike, said if I was too do the same thing to him and Andythey would NOT tell our parents. I tired to talk him outof that idea, but part of me (my pussy, nipples and mind)were well ahead of Mike. I know that I was to far goneto stop what Karl and I had been doing. I walked over. We placed our meal orders and waited for the waiter to leave again."You're aware of the resources we can bring to bear on anything we're interested in pursuing." I told him. "We are making money hand over fist and we haven't even begun to see the conversion of the personal automobile industry yet, and we both know it is inevitable." I can't dispute that, but..." But despite the unlikeliness of it, Obsidian Research does have something that you will love sinking your teeth into, whether you live. After the door slammed shut, I headed towards the showers. I pondered the idea that a warden wanted a prisoner to go to a party with her. It made me ask myself a ton of questions. I got the impression that I wasn’t going to a party; I was going to be catering a party. Maybe she was going to make me serve food or park cars or something boring like washing dishes.I stood under the water and thought of all the scenarios and concluded, by the time I had rinsed my hair, that whatever I was going to.