“Mmm… fuck, that feels good when you’re high.” Brad laughed. “Why do you think we’re in it? Well, I mean other than the fact that we can h...de our stiff dicks in here.” A couple of them chuckled at his comment and I laughed as well. “Oh yeah? I kind of figured that you guys would hire strippers for the weekend.” “Oh we did,” Greg assured me. “But they left a couple of hours ago. Smoking hot girls, but just strippers. They had this chaperone douche bag with them. Nobody got any action. Just some. “Well, uh,” the words caught in my throat. I don’t know why I was so nervous. “You need to, uh, milk it out.”“OK!” she said, stepping over to me without hesitation and kneeling on the grass in front of me. She took me into her small, warm hand and pulled. It was a no-nonsense kind of pull, not a sexy one.“Ow, gah, softer!” I said, squirming.“Oh, sorry. How’s this?” she asked, and her grip loosened a little. “Better,” I said. I relaxed a little and enjoyed the feeling of her hand as it gently. ? Hishands that were once just tracing my body had now been focused on my boobs ashe roughly groped them.? Ah it waswonderful but the voice got louder and even though I was drunk, knew that I hadto stop it.? I quickly backed him off.? ?Jake?this is soooo wonderful andyou are such a good kisser but we have to stop.?I?I don?t do this.? I mean I wantto but not tonight.?? I really did wantto.? The other voice in my head waswhispering to me to rip my clothes off, rip his off and jump on him.? I was. That was wonderful daddy!” She hugs me close and kisses me deep. I was surprised when Abigail enters my workroom naked. “Mommy’s out.” She says leering at me. She never used that term for her mother unless we were alone. “I want to be bad.”“Sounds good, Muffin.” I grin. “Real bad. Something...uh...kinky?” The word was a little uneasy out of her inexperienced mouth. “Have anything specific in mind?” I query. She nods. “I want a spanking. And I don’t want you to be gentle. When you’ve had enough.