......."That's fine right there" said my Dad as he snapped the first picture. He placed it on the hood of our car to let it develop. When I think of...the digital technology we have now, I think it takes a little out of the excitement, because back then, you didn't know how the picture was going to turn out.Then my Dad asked Susan "Will you pose anyway I want?" in an inquisitive tone. "Sure, why not?" remarked Susan. "OK, face front, get down on your knees and put your arms up behind your. Her knickers were soaking, oh the power, the absolute control over her former employer, all the years of his patronising she had endured. To see him now touching his toes awaiting his thrashing, oh it was a wonderful revenge.She tapped his sissy arse with cane, "Six strokes sissy slut."Raising the cane over her shoulder she whipped it down onto sissy's arse.*Whack*"Take that you idle slut!"*Whack*"And that..."*Whack*"And that you pathetic bastard..."*Whack*"And that you panty clad. Now, because this salon has a very exclusive clientele, it’smost important, dear, that you not embarrass us bymisbehaving. To insure this, we have worked out a strictmorning regimen to be followed the rest of your life. Afteryour morning exercise and walk, you’ll get to eat. However,from now on there will be no more he-man breakfasts. Justsome toast and grapefruit perhaps. A little juice will bepermitted, if only to help you swallow the special . His cock slipped and slid in and out of my cunt, his balls slapping against my pussy lips. The swift taps made my clit throb. Each thrust intensified, each harder and quicker than the last. His nails dug into the flesh of my hips, he pushed and pulled me onto his cock. I bounced back onto him, ensuring the deepest, hardest fuck possible. Every inch of my body quivered at the sensations. He hammered my pussy, making up for all the times he couldn't come because his wife wouldn't allow it. Our.