”“Ssh, Roger.”She kissed him again. This time his hand found a small breast, where his thumb slid across an upright nipple.“Mmm.”He stroked ...er and she squirmed against him, against his hardness. He moved his hand to her bottom and pulled her against him. When they broke the kiss she giggled.“You’re a good kisser, Roger.”He knew enough to keep quiet. Sophie rolled away from him and put her hands behind her head. He resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her. "It sounded interesting."She sat down beside me. "You do have a dark and introspective side to you, Sean. I can see how you might be drawn to Hesse's writing."I always struggled against being typed, and my defensive mechanism flared up. "I also like the Go-Go's," I said."I didn't say your whole psyche was dark," said Erin. Then she leaned back and looked at me critically. "Really, Sean? The Go-Go's?"I tried to hold my serious look, but I couldn't do it for long. Holding back a laugh that's. "When she had done so, Paul handed Betty the paddle and told her to let Jennifer know that she was only First Girl at his pleasure. Betty smiled broadly and went to work on her sister slave with gusto. Soon Jennifer was wriggling and vainly trying to avoid the swats of the leather paddle which rained down on her. At last, Paul told Betty, "That's enough." A bit reluctantly, Betty stopped and handed him the paddle."Strip for me slave."Jennifer had been trained and knew what to do. Slowly, acting. .MUM," I shouted. "DON'T LET JENNIFER SEE ME LIKE THIS." She took no notice, she just laughed and dragged me downstairs, Iobviously hadn't regained my strength from being Susie as she easilypulled me into the lounge. "Look who I found sleeping in Susie's cot," mother laughed holdingtightly to my reins. My father stood in front of me dressed in his suit ready to go out forthe evening, Susie was in her playpen and Jennifer was sat on the sofa. "Why are you wearing baby girls clothes David?".