“Is that what you think? That I’m a molester?”He gave me a hard look back. “No, Richard, I don’t. But I’m not certain. And you asked what ...he fallout of your actions was back here. I’m just trying to let you know what the talk is, and to clear the decks for answering all of your other questions.”“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m trying to answer your questions, but I want you to do more than hear the answers. I want you to understand the answers.”I took a deep breath. “So, each of the girls declared,. “Did you get it out of you, Gail? Hmm? How are you now?”Before I could answer, she slowly rose to a sitting position. It did nothing to conceal her pussy, in fact, it opened it more. Soon, she was close to my face.“I can bring the wolf, Gail,” she said.Her voice was steel. I felt my mind tighten as an image, a fucking vivid image of being helpless before the wolf, came to me. Only, the wolf was Candy. “I can bring the wolf at any time,” Candy said, moving her face close to mine, but not. Sandra gave Lisa spank after spank holding her daughter firmly by the waist as her daughter squirmed under the constant spanks. Sandra was enjoying changing the colour of Lisa’s bottom making it much redder as each spank landed and her bottom swirled around under the impact of the paddle brush. Lisa knew her bottom must be turning red but could only imagine the colour from her position. After twelve spanks Lisa let out her first sob and after twenty four she saw tears running down her daughters. It’s winter now, and the days are short as the nights grow longer, but I don’t mind. The house feels so homely this time of the year. I close the door, plunging the kitchen back into semi-darkness. I look back to see two wine glasses, one clean, the other smeared with lipstick with drops of red left in the bottom, and a half empty bottle of wine recorked to the side.I pick up the glasses and the bottle and head towards the stairs. It was only around six o’clock, and tonight we were going to.