.......a sound that I'd come to know signaled that he now intended to use the wide leather strap on me. Helpless, tied and suspended in just my thin s...lky black bikini panties I nervously anticipated the first biting sting of the leather belt. I didn't have long to wait as I heard the tell-tale sound of the leather strap whistling through the air a split second before the belt made contact with my waiting bum. SMACK!!! it landed upon my right cheek and I let out a small yelp. SMACK!! and it. I would think that maybe my ‘lack of’ is part of the problem but the fact that I’ve been feeling this way about him all of these years negates that. And, though I’ve had a few relationships in my time, they’ve all been insignificant, especially when compared to my feelings for Michael Fields. He bends over me and I wrap an arm around his shoulders. His skin is so smooth and warm. His scent is that of a hard working man, but it’s earthy and familiar, not offensive. He slides one of his hands. Gwen had sucked Charles twice in recent days; she enjoyed his effusion down her throat.She sat on the edge of the table and swung her feet up. Lying back she could study the patterns in the paper on the ceiling and the soft shadows thrown by the half-lit chandelier."Spread your legs, darling," her mother said, and Gwen complied, pulling her knees up and planting her feet on the table a foot and a half apart."Take her temperature," Carolyn Markham instructed Melissa.The maid stepped forward and. We’ll tell you about it later.” I said with a twinkle in my eye.Sam looked at the five girls all standing there politely quiet.“Girls?” He asked for their attention.“Yes Uncle Sam?” Penelope replied.Sam smiled at that.“They don’t know that joke, do they?” Sam smiled at me remembering the laughs I had over him being called Uncle Sam way back when Michael and Beth had been born.“No.” I said with a small smile.“Girls, if you go down to the basement, I think that you will find a ton of stuff to.