And that's when I noticed her bringing a hand up to one of her breasts. She closed her eyes as she made little circling motions with her fingertips. W...at was she doing? Whatever it was, she must have enjoyed it since she did it for quite some time. And that's when I noticed her other hand "down there" making the same circular motions. She really seemed to enjoy that. I could tell by her constantly changing facial expressions, a combination of joy and desperation. A great need that craved. “You pissed in your fucking panties, not peed.”The switch struck again.Peggy thought her ass was burning. The stripes on her thighs and ass were searing, and she could feel each one distinctly.“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” she cried, her body shaking. Her fine, firm tits seemed to move on their own, rising and falling as she gasped for air. “I pissed in my panties! I pissed in my panties!”“That’s better, Sister, dear,” Tommy said. “You see how easy it is. Just do exactly what we say, that’s all.”They. Me stroking to her father's sins, committing them over again, she, an angel vixen teasing her daddy dear, both of us concluding in a certain orgasm, mine in hand, hers in words reflected back to me. I swallowed more scotch still shaking, not wanting to look to the bar where she sat, but then thinking that her back was turned and decided to study her nubile curves while I could. She swiveled as I stared and caught me gazing. I blushed and turned away, I had only seen the eyes in shaded black and. Yes ... Of course ... Yes. Saturday. 19 Queen Street. It says 'Hollister – Eyre.' No. I'm serious. My fiance's father is Gordy Hollister ... Calm down ... Okay. Do you know where Green Gourmet is? On King? Okay. 15 minutes." She looked at me. "Get re-dressed, we're meeting Gordy. He's quite excited." I'll bet."Gordy was already waiting. A year younger that I was; about the same height. "You must be Patrick, I know that's Rachel." Too right, Gordy." We clasped hands."I'm really glad to meet.