We both talked about rough sex and shared the same tastes in the porn we watched. Just thinking of getting on that train heading south turned me on.A...l of a sudden I agreed to it, against every principle I'd ever had. I'd go down there, get a hotel for the night, he could come over and we'd have an intense consensually rough couple of hours. It was time for me to throw caution to the wind.I arrived at the hotel and texted him to say I was there. He said he'd be there in an hour. I was. "No, no," she begged. "You are not allowed to spank me." I'm not asking for permission," Ian responded and commenced to bring his hand down on her perfect ass.Between her moaning and begging him to stop plus the feel of her firm body squirming against his maid's skirt, he began to get hard again. Ian stopped the spanking and allowed her to stand up. He used his free hand to pull up his petticoat and skirt up just far enough so his rock hard cock sprang into the air.Janice saw his rigid manhood. "Thanks, Brian." He meant it. There was no trace of resentment, dissent, or anger in his words. He loved his daughter and wanted her to be happy. That seemed to be his whole agenda."Thanks for coming out to let me know, Mr. Crane. I'll see you in the morning, when I know everyone is up and dressed. If you want, let me know when it's safe, and I'll be over then." He headed back to the house, and I enjoyed watching the stars for a long time, thinking about Sherrie, Beth Ann, Rebecca, Colleen, and. All he done was butcher a calf. 'Sides that he saved me from getting pawed and violated and maybe killed. Ask Grampa." Makes no mind, he was with them. I'm taking him into the sheriff. It's his business now." I'll testify for him. Gramp will too." Okay, you do that girl. You were there and I guess you got the right. We'll get it sorted out." This damned sure didn't sound too promising for me. I was headed for jail no matter what. It was the late afternoon before we reached town. I was sure glad.