..."I don't know what's come over me. I'm just a really lonely old man and...and well, you're just so pretty..." He was wracked in an agony of despair...She smiled at him."You're not an old man, Jim...you never were. Look, see?" So saying, she held his hands up before him.Unable to accept what his eyes would have him believe, he stared at the strong and well-shaped hands. No hint of a wrinkle. Wide wrists heralded the onset of muscular arms that disappeared up beneath the sleeves of his old. “You want to know what I think?” she asked as the smoke curled around her pussy and floated around her thighs.“No! I do not want to know what you think and address me properly!” I said in my dad voice. I still wanted to turn this around and take back over. I don’t know why I thought that would work. It didn’t.“I wonder who has the bigger pussy. Me or you?” she giggled as she showed me her pussy flaps and Waverly high fived her as they blew smoke at me. “I bet if we threatened to tell your mommy. A problem still, but not an insurmountable one. Now I could kill at least two of them and perhaps mind control another quickly enough to allow a proper escape.I tucked the bit of cut rope into the back of my hose, freeing my hands now completely, and I gave my obedient thrall one last set of instructions."Now, place your knife into my hands, slowly and carefully and then step back towards the fireplace, where you had been standing. Count slowly to yourself, to at least ten, if you can, but wait. ”“I’m sorrrry, Sirr,” she stammered, even though she knowingly defied him. “I’m a naughty girl,” she admitted.“Yes you are, Brandy. And naughty girls need to be punished. Take the path behind your house into the woods. I’ll meet you.”“When?” She felt the heat between her legs at the thought of Michael spanking her.“Now.” Michael hung up the phone.It was still early, the sun not setting yet. She walked into the woods, continuing, her eyes trying to find Michael. It was almost ten minutes before.