The skirt was about two inches short of covering my ass. I said to him, “Bill, my skirt and your pants do not leave much to the imagination.” �...I have noticed that you like to show off as much as I do,” Bill replied a grin. A few weeks earlier he had asked for permission to remove my bra, now he is telling me what to wear and calling me a slut. Funny thing is, I could not get enough of this guy. I loved being told what to do, I loved how forward he was, and most of all, I loved that huge. "Looks like daddy forgot where they are again," she said to herself as she walked down the hall to her daddy's room.She stopped to look at her mother's picture and had to agree with daddy; she really did look like her. The thought made her happy. Kimberly idolized her mother while she was alive (that was probably while she never called her mom or mommy) and did everything that she used to now that she was gone. 'Mother always made sure the Christmas tree was so pretty, ' she thought to herself. .. I'm going to fuck Deanna at last, while you girls take good care of Melissa. Be sure to play with her all that you wish and keep her nice and hard, but don't let her cum until I say so. In the meantime ... Deanna, if you'll hand Melissa's nuts over to Erin, we can begin our nice little tryst," I instructed the camp counselor, who happily intimated that Melvin/Melissa was wearing her dress, but Stephanie's panties.Hiking up Deanna's dress and finding her own, rather lacy underwear, I slipped. Don't know? I'll tell you what. See for yourself!"She led him into the dining room, where Deanna was bent over the table, as she had been the night before, and Chad was spanking her butt rather mercilessly. She was crying, and Donny felt like helping her, but then Roberta grabbed his arms and held him back. Just then, he heard her scream."Yes, I like that! Oh, Master, spank me some more! Hurt me again! I'm your sex slave, and I'll do whatever you say!"Donny was absolutely flabbergasted. Deanna.