I felt sorry for the way the girl was treated, and she was incredibly cute even if she was horribly underage.After I fed Samantha, she started talking...about something that seemed innocent enough at the time to me. "Doesn't the no-limit poker on ESPN look exciting? I wish there were some way for me to play." I've got cards and poker chips; we can play." But I don't have any money, and if the bets don't mean anything there's no pressure if someone goes all in. I know, we can play strip poker!". “I said, to take it quietly and like a man,” she insisted. I simply couldn’t help myself, the shock and pain were amazing. Tears dripped from my eyes and rolled down my face. I hadn’t been spanked since I was 3 or 4 and even then it was just a swat. I just couldn’t believe it! Aunt Clare saw my tears and rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you think this is that bad,” she said. “You’re soft and need real punishment.” She pushed me up off her lap and quickly undid my jeans. . “You’re a good girl,” I tell you. “I didn’t think that you would be able to hold off.”Looking shy, you say, “It wasn’t easy. But I didn’t want to let my Mistress down again.”I jiggle my leg and give you another jolt of pleasure. As you moan, I push down on your shoulders so that you slide off my lap and onto the floor. “Clean my leg,” I say.You do so with no hesitation. I know that you like the taste of yourself, especially when it is on my skin. Afterwards, you nuzzle your soft cheek up and. Jean said in a few days butI guess I had forgotten that part. I sure can't forget these things Ihave in my hands.I started to stand up and almost toppled over from the new center ofgravity my chest was creating. I got my balance and hoped the cups of mysleep bra were up to the task.Since the slumber party, Jacque, dear boy, was acting very strange. In agood, girlish way.We had not had time to see each other in the past few days, but everydayI would get a call from Jacque with any number of.