I do remember waking up beside him. The sun was up. He wanted me to play, go into the shower with him and spend the day with him. He lived in an apart...ent with rented furniture, no pictures on the wall, porn magazines spread over a shoe-worn coffee table and dirty carpet. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes, the trash needed to be emptied and every counter needed to be wiped clean of crumbs. I was panicked by where I was, what I had done and what I could lose. My home was now with Gozie. It. In fact, since that eventful session that coincidentally occurred at about the same time that Peter was fucking the underaged Darlene, Bridget had three times confessed her desires to her completely compliant minister. But fucking her faithless husband was not part of her agenda.Peter Mahoney still flushed with embarrassment and shame when he looked at his shapely, thirteen year old daughter Coleen. His rational mind realized that being aroused by a pretty, nubile girl was quite natural but his. She suddenly remembers my question, a few minutes earlier, whether she was ever seriously spanked before?She hears my solemn voice, telling her to open up for me, not only physically her pussy, but also her dirty mind.She feels the urge of my words as she touches her toes while I start to spank her awesome ass by both hands.She knows she needs to give in to my discipline, as soon as I start to swash her bottom by my big black belt.She feels very vulnerable and humiliated, almost in public,. My large tits show no sign of gravity, which is going to happen eventually. The pale flesh is without a single flaw and my dark nipples look wonderful against the pale flesh as they stare back at me. As my eyes move down a little further and stare at my petite body, my hands move to ensure nothing can be felt. There isn't time to shave and I'm glad there is very little sign of the pubic hairs that I hate.Turning away from the mirror, I move to the bathroom and wash the dried stains from my.