Thus Kelly became a granddaughter to Mary and sometimes called Mary nana. I even sometimes slipped and called Mary mom too.Mary had talked to her ob/g...n doctor, Dr. Nancy Hagen, and Kelly had an appointment for the next week to have her hymen removed. When we went in for the appointment, the doctor wanted to have a short talk with me first, while they prepped Kelly for the surgery. She would talk to me after the surgery as well."Mr. Fisher, the reason I asked you here was to go over the. He continued, “If you take measurement over these frills, then her blouse and choli will become loose. You are spoiling my name and reputation.” He now turned to me and said, “Madam I hope you understand. Please unbutton your shirt until your abdomen so that we can take the correct measurements.” he could see that I wasn’t too comfortable with it. So he continued, “Please don’t feel uncomfortable madam. We are only trying to help you out. I can see that you are wearing a bra. So there is no. I have to admit we were both getting off from the gyrating poses of flexible lust and the never-ending excursions into kinky excess.I was in her chair facing the curtains-drawn door and Camryn was perched on the edge of her desk facing me with knees spread and her knickers down at her ankles. Of course, her legs and the fact my arm was buried up to the elbow in her crotch was hidden from a visitor at the door but neither of us had any interest in that fact at the moment because we were both on. Her mother took a soft cloth and wiped her daughter's soft wet cookie with it. She took the crop, aimed, and hit her between the legs. The crop landed on the girl's privates making her squirm. The pain wasn't unbearable, but the sting of the crop was uncomfortable. The more the crop landed on her kitty cat the more intense the burning sensation felt. From the heat of the crop pleasure invaded the region between her legs, the more the crop landed on her pussy the more the pleasure intensified..