I know you're probably going to kick me out for saying this but I have to say something. You had that right. In fact, it was a responsibility, even a ...uty. From what I see in your daughter, you didn't exercise your right or your duty very much. Now I come on the scene and you attempt to teach some manners to a girl you've apparently let run wild her whole life, free to do whatever she wanted. And able to talk you into or out of anything you had the audacity to disagree with her about. I'm sorry. In so doing, he also had developed his own coping mechanism by setting up a shrine to her that he could visit to "be" with her. What she used to call her "special retreat", her "sanctuary": her combined bath, dressing room and boudoir had become a museum. He wouldn't allow anyone other than his father to come near the three rooms. Over the course of the two years since her death, Mark had retreated further and further into her world to the point where he spent every waking hour there other than. Tom later had to leave to sleep with his mum in the hospital leaving the two girls in the club. Tom gave Lisa a goodbye kiss and Andre a hug and told her he had to leave. Lisa walked up to where Andre was seating and sat beside her then they started checking out the guys around and having drinks till they were tipsy. Various guys kept on walking to them asking for a dance they both declined. When they had both rested, Lisa dragged Andre to the dance floor. Andre staggered to the dance floor as. She moaned at his gentle touch to her inflamed ass. He smiled at her response but knew he was far from finished with her. Rested some now, it was time to start back up again. He drew his arm back and let fly with the belt. Once again she found her voice, screaming as the belt ignited a new flame in her already smoldering ass. Then he settled into a rhythm, giving her one slap with the belt about every twenty seconds, keeping a regular but agonizing beat as the belt landed time after time after.