"On all fours slut and point your goodies toward the chair!" he ordered herHe sat himself on one of the high backed leather chairs undoing his trouser...."Sissy here," he pointed at his feet.I moved swiftly and stood at his feet."So you two are married?" he asked."Yes sir," I replied."Lift your dress sissy," he ordered.I did as I was told, lifting my maids uniform with its frilly underskirts high so he could see my erect cock straining inside my damp panties."Does the knowledge that your wife is. She was still thinking of the things she didn't like about living in Tiburon—and the things that were good—when Aunt Jessica took her shopping. She forced her mind away from what might have happened to her in Tiburon, and concentrated on finding the right kind of coat and other winter things."Fortunately it only has to be waterproof," her aunt said, "but there's this one I just saw in the catalog that has a zipper lining in case you go somewhere where it's really cold."Danielle thought of what. Townsend turned to him again. "I'm waiting, sir! Are you going to take those pants down, or must I take them down myself?" ?Stuart looked at Moira, wondering if he should grab her hand and pull her out of the office. But? her face was more curious than horrified.?Stuart noted that Dr. Townsend's eyes were narrowing, and, his face burning, he found himself unsnapping his three button charcoal suit trousers, and pulling them down, along with his Royal Silk boxer shorts, bunched in his. "What?" Talk with me," I offered. "Sit down with me and tell me why you think I should stay away from your daughter. Why you think you know better than she does what's good for her. There has to be a reason. You can tell me what it is." I can tell you the reason right now," he said. "It's because you are a lowlife scumbag who is only after one thing."I held his gaze. "No," I said, "I'm not." You are," he insisted. "She told us how you were. About the girls at school. Well you are not going to.