Jordan was amused by her sassiness. "Well let's give Martin a 'Father of the Year' award," Jordan smirked."Good idea. I can see it now," Angel laughed... "He can pose for the picture holding his big black leather belt in his hand."Jordan chuckled, "I'm sorry I was short with you earlier." No you aren't." She said with raised eyebrows, "I can tell you wanted to spank me for not calling you."Jordan grinned, "Yes as a matter of fact..." Well Parker, if you really want to spank me then you'll have to. The little room in which she stood was cool and dim behind shadowingcurtains, and there was a smell of a lady's powder-room about the place,lipstick and perfume and the astringent that went with nail varnish.And oh, how at that moment Jennifer Hancock longed to swap it for thesmell of wax furniture polish and dried lavender in big china bowlsshe'd left behind at home, and above all the scent of the fresh flowersher mother always had in her study.So much for Madame Dupont's Academy, she thought.. A half hour later they were turning into the open field that served as a parkinglot. Normally, Tiffany wouldn't have wanted to go to something geeky like aRenaissance Festival - she was way too cool for such events now, unless a reallycute older boy had asked her, maybe. She had been with a group of friends severalyears ago, though, and she knew the basic routine. A mock "village," meant torepresent 16th century England or Europe usually, was built in a big field.Performers were hired, some. The top of the bikini covered my areola and nipples in bright red triangles, and that was just about all. The bottom was a tiny red triangle that barely covered my pussy lips and rode so low on my hips that if I hadn't shaved, half of my bush would have stuck out. When I bought this bikini, I decided that this year, I would just go ahead and get rid of all the hair. It would keep me from having to worry if I had enough shaved. The back was a thin g-string and attached to an extremely thin.