” “How many strokes do you usually get with this?” Sandi asked “If he’s really pissed, about 10,” I answered. Sandi nodded as she an...wered “Well, your Dad is much stronger than I am, so I am going to start off with an over the knee spanking.” She walked over and sat on the bed and gestured for me to come over. She lay the strap beside her and pulling me closer quickly unbuckled my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. My ample cock sprang to life and made a tent in my underwear. . His eyes held every emotion he'd experienced over the last twenty-four hours as he spoke."When I got to your house last night, I saw you with him. I almost lost my mind, seeing you kissing him. I wanted to tear his heart out for touching you. I had no right to treat you the way I did. I just couldn't stand it. Please tell me you'll forgive me some day."Pulling her hand free, she stood, pacing away from him. She could still feel the heat of his lips on her flesh as she tried to collect her. We looked for awhile andexplained what types of training occurred in there. I thought forced Femwould be cool but she didn't have to know and we could finish the tourand finally I would go home.But she was way too clever for that as we finished in that room I couldsee out of the corner of my eye, a drawer cracked open. I left the roomwith her to venture onto the next, something she called a nursery. Maybeplants and flowers in a garden and above shackles. I thought ofdifferent things in my head.. Now she was well fed and wet, her fingers sliding in and out of her effortlessly. Annoying when all she wanted was the friction to cum quickly to clear her mind so she picked up her pace, her left hand meandering over her skin until it reached her breasts under her shirt.Her nipples were so hard and it felt as if they were soon to burst, each touch of her fingers sending the shivers she needed so much over her body in waves that correlated with the ones the nerves in her pussy sent upward.As.