” Still not too bad. Almost fun. “Cute haircut.” THWACK. I stood up touching my hair. “Thank-you! I just got ….” “PALMS ON THE TABLE!”...THWACK. THWACK. I quickly complied. The stinging wasn’t going away, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either. I felt the girls brushing against the halter. I checked quickly, but not quick enough. THWACK. “Hands on the table!” THWACK. Yup, they were a little stiff. I resolved to have a chat with them about when they choose to show up. Although, they kind of. As she had on the trip to Tampa, Bre spread a blanket across her lap. She squirmed in her seat as the plane took off, hyper aware of the toy firmly seated in her ass. “Is something the matter, Bre?” asked Mitch, his tone quite nonchalant. “Of course not,” Bre hissed. “Except I can hardly think and I desperately want to cum.” “Do you?” he asked. Holding Bre’s gaze with his own, he slid his hand under the blanket. Bre felt his hand sliding up her leg and parted her thighs. She softly whimpered as. She was saying something I couldn’t quite catch in the pelting rain but might have been, “What the hell are you doing over there?” I shrugged theatrically and mouthed back, “What can I say?” She waved at me dismissively, smiled and turned to her friends.It was only then that I realized I was alone with her dad.Dan was fairly young as dads go, forty at the oldest, and still a pretty good-looking guy. He and Jenny’s mom, Tina, had married and had kids young, and they were still youthful and, it. I died, Papa. Just this morning back in 1873 and my baby never had a mother or father.”“And so he was raised in the brothel,” Pa said.“She lost the store and apartment in a fire. Poor Katie took Kyle and little Katie-Lynn and had to live in that whorehouse. My poor Katie. I didn’t save her after all.“Katie-Lynn?” Pa said. He looked like I felt. He was all pasty white. “Laramie,” he whispered to me, “what was Katie’s last name?” I thought a minute.“Forster. Katie Forster. She could always tell.