He then stood up and walked over to his bathroom to get himself ready for the day ahead. While standing in the shower, his mind kept on drifting to Sy...via and how he could maybe help her. The thing that he wanted to do with her in the afternoon, still seemed the best thing to do and if those healing tanks were as good as his men and others have told him, she wouldn't be permanently damaged. The only thing he worried about, was how she would handle the attention of the guys on base when they. She told her grandfather that what he was doing made her pussy tingle and it felt really good. He made sure he gave the other nipple equal time and knew that his granddaughter was thoroughly enjoying it. After a few more moments of having her nipples suckled, Amanda asked her grandfather to teach her about intercourse. He asked her what she wanted to know and she said she had studied it in school and had an idea how, but she had heard some descriptions at school and wasn’t sure what they meant.. ” Sharon began spanking me again and it seemed much harder because I suppose my bottom was already stinging from the hard spanking I had already been given just a few minutes ago. I was soon crying but Sharon was still telling me off, and reminding me what one strike meant, and that I had better learn soon enough or I might get four five or six spankings a day. That telling off did strike a chord. I knew being spanked was a huge turn on for me but doubted four or five times a day will be much. I went to the department store at the plaza. It didn't have the biggest selection or the best prices but I thought it would have enough. I couldn't find the biker whore section of the department store, so I went to Mary Ellen's store. She had what I wanted, but even she had it behind the counter. I bought a top with about four inches of coverage and spaghetti straps to hold it up, and a very short skirt. Hey if I was going to be a biker whore, I ought to at least look the part. It wasn't like I.