I also want you to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Jones,’ after each one. Do you understand.?” “Yes, I do,” Kathy answered. I gave her a swat of t...e paddle. “Yes I do, Mr. Jones.” Kathy answered. “That’s better!” “Okay, here’s number one!” SWAT “One. Thank you, Mr. Jones.” This continued this way until we got to 26. Kathy was beginning to move around a bit and even stuck a hand up to protect her now red ass. “Keep your hands on the seat of the couch,” I said. “And if you move around much. ”Alicia said, “While RightWorld is spreading its hateful gospel.” SING.Daddy sighed, “Okay, what’s their end game?”Alicia looked straight at him, “A Constitutional crisis.”I read the Constitution once. Or maybe it was the Bill of Rights. Or the Declaration of Independence. I’m no dummy, but once I was free of classroom eraser dust ... well I sort of lost interest in a lot of what I’d learned. More rote than understanding.But Alicia’s words struck me. Daddy too, in that small, suddenly warm, FBI. It was me who finished first as I thrust forward into her sucking. I surged into her waiting mouth, as I shook with waves of orgasm.My grip on the towel tightened, pulling her onto my pulsing clit. She in her rhythm with each surging pulse of me. Exploding into one with her... I stood in the bathroom. Floor still dripping with water from my shower. My shoulders relaxed as my arms fell, dropping the towel to the floor. She continued to caress me with her lips and tongue, savoring every drop of. After we park, and my driver opens the door for me he says, “Follow me.” I ask where we’re going, but he doesn’t answer he just leads me to the elevator and we head up to the 6th floor. When we get up there the doors open to a lobby with pictures of half naked women and men on all the walls. There are a few scantily clad girls hanging out and chatting at a small bar, and they stop talking and watch as we pass. My driver leads me to a hall in the back and knocks at a door. After a few beats it.