"It isn't one of mine," I said."Only the Director's Bas..." he stopped as his eyes flared in recognition."Finish the word," I said."Bastard!" he said....I had to give him credit-- his voice barely wavered."Were I any other Operative, you would be screaming at my feet for having thought of giving that order," I said. "Because I am the EMC-Op who people so lovingly refer to as the 'Director's Bastard', I have the luxury of letting it slide."He looked ready to continue speaking, but fear held his. I parked the car up and we went into the field, there were large hedges to make it fairly private. I said we should start straight away, I started yelling at Connie and told her that she was a very bad young lady who was going to be punished, I got her to bend over, I lifted her skirt pulled her knickers down to her knees and exposed her bare ass. Without any warning I started raining down my hand hard onto her ass, left cheek, and right cheek then repeated the sequence, I hit her hard, really. Maybe the weather kept Fred from drinking last night. Give him a call early, you might get lucky,’ then she went back to reading. Bill thought, ‘If I’m lucky, Fred will be on a bender all week and I’ll have to stay,’ then said aloud, ‘Thanks, I’ll call him from the cabin. I need a shower.’ ‘Aren’t you hungry?’ asked Faith, meeting his eyes again. ‘As a matter of fact, that toast looks pretty good.’ Her eyes moved back to the article, as she instructed, ‘The bread’s next to the toaster. The jam. A part of me wanted to desperately crawl into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried after the divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my arms and rubbing my cock against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom’s.