‘What--what are you doing?’I took a deep breath.‘Well, I was very rude,’ I said, reasonably, sounding apologetic. ‘And I don’t want you to...feel as though I’ll tell anyone what I saw you doing, or make it awkward, or wrong, or anything, so I just want to give you some assurance I won’t tell anyone.’He stared at me. ‘How are you going to do that?’ He asked, chocolate eyes both curious and still fearful.‘I’m going to give you something I wouldn’t want other people to know, either.’He still didn’t. Naked in front of her. She smiled at me. My dick seemed so tiny. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me. Stand in the corner you naughty girl." I followed her instructions. It was about a ten minute wait. Now I was semi hard. The silences were scary. What was coming? What was she thinking? Remembering how I broke down in front of her last time. The humilation. My stinging ass. How hard would she be this time?Now I hear her entering the room. Sitting down, bedsprings. Silence. I think. "Let's just leave it that I am very, very happy about how everything is going between us and I believe your sisters feel the same way." We damn well know he's happy about it," Margret muttered."We certainly hope so." Her mother's smile disturbed Margret. It was too much like what she would have expected from some slutty school girl that had just been laid by the entire field-ball team."Now, as for the little darling in here," Teresa chuckled and patted her still flat stomach. "I'll admit I was. Tara certainly had a sense of irony and interspersed questions like 'With which naval act of law introduces the position of Cabin Boy?' within the usual 'How many years in prison can a Captain sentence a member of her crew to?' (the answer was 50).In total, I got one wrong, of 100, which Tara was delighted with. The minimum number of orgasms for a rape bench punishment to be valid is two, not one. She gleefully taunted me with the fact that she would be keeping her clothes on which caused her.