As she walked around the large wooden desk, Patricia again thanked them for their time and rose to exit.As she walked out, Henry couldn't help but not...ce the great way her skirt hugged the outline of her tight little ass. In fact, it so held his attention that he didn't realize that he had risen ever so slightly out of his seat to get a better look.Had Patricia turned around, she wouldn't even have noticed from her vantage point. Mrs. Carvey on the other hand couldn't help but see him rise and. After the second shoe Daddy got tired of bending down and pulled up the footstool and sat down on it. For the rest of the time he was sitting in front of me with his head the same height as my knees. If he wanted to peep under my dress it would have been easy for him to do so. I think he did once or twice but I could not be a hundred percent sure. If he did he would have seen a very small nylon panty barely covering my pussy. From time-to-time I moved my knees apart a bit to create space for. The paddlestopped and he quickly pulled off his clothing. Without thinking, he bentand kissed her boot in supplication to her will.He knelt naked before her, his ass and cock both throbbing. "Get into thattub", she ordered, nudging his cock with her boot. He leapt into the tub,almost before she finished speaking. She picked up her hair clipper andquickly took off the mustache he had worn for the last 20 years. He wasconfused, but thought the better of asking questions. She lathered his. I chuckled with satisfaction, afterwards grabbed his chin and petted his head. “My Angel fuck, I am pleased you are still obedient. Your stench is quite unpleasant! Have you been astray with another?!?” “No Mistress,” uttered Charles. “When Queen has doubts, something must be done. When something is awry, slave has to be punished,” I exclaimed. Charles smiled and fell into the kneeling position with my silent command. “Take off your clothes.” “Yes, Queen.” “Good slave.” Charles undressed.