David sat on the bed and ordered, “Over my knee.”The first signs of her fear were visible in the way she lowered herself slowly onto his knees, su...porting herself with her legs one side of then and her hands on the carpet the other side.David could not control his erection at this prospect and he knew that she could feel it as well. He did not let that stop him from administering the promised punishment.SLAP!One cheek reddened.She remained silent until he said, “It is traditional to count the. "Hey, Rich, what's going on with Van Horn?" I asked."Van Horn? How should I know? He left here last evening and said he was heading back to Philly." He's following me," I said."Are you sure?" Yeah. I am looking at his car right now. I can't see him but it's his car. I spotted it following me about twenty miles back. I pulled into a rest area and he followed me in but parked at the other end of the parking lot," I said."Why don't you just go over to his car and ask him what he is up to?" I would. That wonderful joy of being bred by my son. I just knew he was flooding me with all that virile seed. His sperm would find my egg. I would have one last child.My joy surged to the pinnacle of ecstasy, my rapture drowning my mind in incestuous joy. I threw back my head, howling out in blissful delight. I hoped Clint was watching. That my dead husband was in heaven happy that his son had taken over the family.That he had bred me the way a man should.My pussy milked out the last of my son's cum. I. I'm not even a caddy yet, so I'm kind of beneath his notice, and not really under his thumb yet either. "You, fuckface, quit trying to hide, get your ass out to the pro shop, you're carrying a single for Mrs. Diamond."You have to understand, Mrs. Diamond was the world's worst golfer, the slowest, and hands down, the one person caddies most hated to caddy for. She always paid $1.75 and that was the minimum for 18 holes in those days. She was slow and she used to let anyone behind her play.