“Kiddo,” Daddy said, his voice hard. “Y-you're grounded for... for being a filthy slut!”I gasped, standing up and pulling my fingers out of my...pussy. I whirled around, facing him. “Y-you're punishing me?”A look of shock crossed his handsome face. “I... I guess I am. You're being a filthy slut and... and fathers have to punish filthy sluts. S-so you're grounded, kiddo.”“Young lady!” I snapped. “Fathers should address naughty, filthy sluts as young lady. Not kiddo! And grounding isn't a. It seemed to get their blood flowing. I'll just have to experiment further in the weeks to come, I thought.Meanwhile, in the present, I leaned towards Ted,"accidentally" letting the front of my robe open just a bit with the motion."Don't tell me you'd prefer watching Jeannie and me play, than to join in," I teased him. All the while I was talking, his eyes never moved from my breasts.I huffed, and closed the front of my robe with a melodramatic flair."No, no, not at all," Ted was stuttering. "I. Sie war jetzt sieben Jahre mit John verheiratet und im Alter von achtundzwanzig Jahren, glaubte sie alles zu haben, was sie brauchte. Als sie ihren schlanken und straffen Körper im Ganzkörperspiegel in ihrem Schlafzimmer bewunderte, überlegte sie, was sie zu der Party anziehen sollte, zu der sie von Arbeitskollegen eingeladen worden war. Sie zeigte ihren Körper gern, aber als gute katholische Frau und Pfeiler der gehobenen Klasse, in der sie und ihr Mann sich sahen, musste sie ein bisschen. He went to her and wrapped her in his arms. He drew her against his chest and held her as tightly as he dared. The same way that little boy had longed for someone to hold him, hell, the same way he still longed to be held. *** Lacey smelled it again. Through the darkness and void that clean, crisp, musky smelled called her. Sometimes she smelled it in her dreams but this was so damned strong, overpowering really. then she felt it, restrained, held so damned tightly. She was not sure whether to.