“How many times are you going to spank me?” I asked.“I had planned on five strokes on each side. But you said the F word twice. So, it’s going...to be seven for each cheek.”My ass wasn’t the only thing tingling; my pussy was too.“Go ahead, finish. Can I scream if I don’t use the F word?”“Yes, that’s why I brought you here. No one is around for miles. Scream as loud as you want.”“Okay, finish my spanking, Jason.”Each time the leather met my tender, fleshy backside, I cried out. By the end, I. Their conversation flowed without any awkward silences or pauses from father-daughter matters to a couple issue as if they both cerebrally and intuitively adapted to both roles without trying at all.Neelima was gossiping about her professors some of them played tennis or golf with Taran when she stopped and smiled, "Daddy, you want us to go to bed now.!" Sorry beta, I could not keep looking at you beautiful face and your breasts without desiring to take you to bed." Taran sounded. "Weird." She muttered to herself, but for some reason she seemed drawn to the store. Walking in it looked almost like one of those stores that had all of the hipster stuff in it. Shot glasses all over the walls, beer bongs, risque t-shirts, body piercings and even a small section in the back full of sex toys and different sexy lingerie.“What about that one card game, you know, the one where everyone plays dirty cards and you pick the funniest one?” She heard some girl say from where the board. "A little." He smiled."I, uh ... Uusually I take one in the morning, but..." I cleared my throat."Ah, a little green cup of coffee, right." Gary nodded as if it was perfectly reasonable to take drugs five minutes after I brushed my teeth."But I'm out," I said, like maybe he hadn't heard me before."Yeah, okay," he said. "Look, I've got something here that might help..."He reached for a ceramic box sitting on the smoked glass coffee table in front of us. It looked like something a child would.