I listened in because I secretly wanted to know what his last name was. I couldn't believe I hadn't asked him.He looked at me as he said it, "Bancroft..." Ah ok ... cool," Wendy said. "I'm Wendy Jennings. I believe you met my dad last night." Yeah sure did. Good man. He totally fixed my car."Wendy blushed."Do you want something to eat?" I offered."No, I'm good," he replied.We all stood there for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. My father got home relieving the silence."Hey Jack," my dad. "After that time, I expect each of you to mount your respective handler. I will then come around to inspect. You may begin."A couple of the young clients seemed confused, but Sandy knew exactly what was expected of her. Quickly she stepped over to the handler nearest her. While the stranger looked up at her from the low gurney, Sandy began to masturbate, attempting to get herself as wet as possible in the small amount of time allotted."OK, ladies, mount up," came the command from the front of. The warm feeling spreading from her ass stopped her protests. He spanked her again, this time no protest. Again, and again, he swatted her bottom, until he noticed she was getting very wet from being spanked. He got onto his knees, spreading her cheeks apart. He made a long stroke with his tongue, tasting her for the first time, making her quiver with that single touch of his tongue. With every stroke of his tongue he would spank her a little harder. Making her sex wetter, her legs weaker, and. I was tempted, believe me I was tempted, but I decided it would be best to wait until later when he could enjoy it too.That was the last time I allowed the twins to play with Eric like that. It wasn't just because of my grandmother's warning. I simply realized after Eric came to his senses that he seemed more anxious to "play" with the twins again than ever before, yet couldn't recall a single thing about what he did or why he wanted to so bad.I found out that evening that my dad had given the.