“Take the sock out of your mouth, sit back, and get ready for the next question.” Bill took the sock out of his mouth and sat back, but had a un...haracteristically blank look on his face. “Sit up, Bill,” I said, planning to offer to let him go to the bathroom. He sat up, but he still had that blank look, and said nothing. Very uncharacteristic. “Bill, do you need to go to the bathroom?” “No ma’am,” he replied without looking at me. I froze. The implications of what I had just heard. I enjoyed taking Annie into my bedroom, when I was alone, and feeding her while nude on the bed. Invariably I finished up fingering myself to an orgasm when I did this, as her suckling caused a 'tingle' in my pussy and I found it difficult not to caress myself. I noticed that, increasingly often, Mike came into the room when I was feeding her downstairs and he always seemed to have an excuse to remain. I saw, from the corner of my eye, that he stared at my bare breast when he thought I wasn't. " Cool." It wasn't, quite. Nate trusted Mr. Wilson -- sort of. He'd been doing all the right things, but Nate was pretty amazed that he'd bother with all this shit -- even for his daughter! That unease communicated itself to Nora, but she understood. It wasn't as if Daddy had that long of a track record with HER... Three minutes later Charlotte's voice came over the intercom. "They're sending Mr. Matheson. Ten minutes." Mr. Matheson will arrive in ten minutes," Armand relayed. "If Nate wants,. “Turn around.” His voice is husky. Wordlessly, I do as I am told. I feel the tip of the leather against my neck, still warm from his body. He runs it down my spine, gently, leaving a tingling trail of anticipation down to my lower back, where he suddenly stops. Almost before I can register the movement, he moves his hand back and uses the belt to deliver a stinging blow to my backside. I gasp and he pushes me forward, facedown across the bed. I feel his hand caressing me, kneading the skin he.