I’ll admit I paced the floor feeling a bit of an ass. I’d have been just as happy if old rabin had taken his Pettie Corbin somewhere else. From th... sounds that were reaching me in considerable volume I suspected my two girls were probably feeling the same. Pettie was meeting her Waterloo noisily. When my slave girls returned they were panting and arranging their hair. ‘She’s an absolute demon, Master,’ Terry said with feeling. ‘We think you’ll find her positioned to your liking, Master,’. Let Daddy hold his girl."With giggles she launched herself into my lap and snuggled her head into my shoulder. Her hand automatically went to my crotch and began rubbing my boner. I was hard, of course. She did that to me, almost always. I blew in her ear and then I licked it and gave it a nip. She giggled and offered me her lips to kiss. I wanted them right now.I started softly kissing her, building the intensity as my passion rose. Her lips were so soft and gentle, but they did enjoy a little. Over that she wore a skin-tight little shiny black tank-top that hugged every inch of her chest and revealed her perfect little tiny breasts in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He could already see the shape of her nipples protruding through. Both tops stopped just above her navel and left her midriff bare. Years of dancing had made her stomach small, thin and completely flat. He already wanted to run his fingers across it. Angela moved closer to him and as she walked, her hips swayed in. In a slightly perverse way, he liked the three older bottoms he got to spank more than the younger ones he just looked at from a distance (respectably covered). He loved to see them wobble and ripple as his hand hit the, no longer firm, flesh.“Of course. It probably just needs a slight shave to stop it catching. Shall I pop round this just after lunch?”He was easy going most of the time. This was the first weekend free for some time, he had thought he might even go and watch the footie at.