I will give you two dozen strokes.” “Yes Mistress.” Angela did as she was told. She felt Lorraine’s hand rub her ass, then land the first bl...w. This coincided with a sharp jolt from the dildos in her ass and pussy, as well as the vibrator going off. The first blow was followed by eleven more. “Are you getting excited?” “Yes Mistress.” “Would you like to cum?” “Very much Mistress.” “Very well then. I will apply another dozen strokes, and you must cum by the time I am through. Oh, you may. Looks like my daughter had gotten her hands on them now, and I had to admit she sure did it better than her Mom. So did her friend.Well, I thought with a little chagrin, at least my money hadn’t gone totally to waste. But I was also kind of concerned that my daughter was going to be making use of these skills with some boy on a date, although the reasonable part of my mind told me that all girls practice dancing. Yeah, the protective Daddy part of my mind countered, but not all girls practice. "We've been over this before." Yes. I want to work on my passion now. The kids are in college, finally. Let it be my turn." I don't know what the fuck else I can do, damn it!" The heat in his voice frightened her, he knew, and the temptation was there, seductive, urging him to give in and start a shouting match. Gritting his teeth, and drawing a breath, he forced himself to let the anger out.She watched him, calmly. "You're getting better at that. When you were younger, you'd have let it. There was nothing Ragstock about the gown she was wearing.I groaned as I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. The last I remembered, I’d sat on the foot of the bed to put my socks on. I apparently fell asleep. My feet were hanging over the edge and my legs were numb.“Can I just go to bed now?” I mumbled. “I can’t walk.”“Come on, darling,” Lissa prodded gently. “I’ll help you get dressed. At least your hair is short enough no one will notice you slept on it wet. I don’t think. Come on. Pants.