"Do you want to stay Dana?"Sam asks her. Dana looks at Abby and Abby glares at her. "Get out."Abby whispers and Dana concedes. Dana takes one step out...ide of the room when she hears a punch and another groan from Abby. Dana shuts the door and closes her eyes. What had she done to the poor woman? Dana stalks off down the hallway. She did it to protect her family. She had too or her mother could have been hurt in the crossfire. But Brandon...isn't Brandon anymore. The young boy Dana knew who ate. . but it wasn't until the sister told me to give her six with the palm of my hand that we realised that I was to do it! I have to admit that the first blow was a little timid and weak; the nun insisted that I strike harder and so I did. The other girl flinched and let out a small cry; the sister told me that this was better and that I should proceed like that. Now I have a confession, daddy, that I've yet to tell anyone, even the Father. Remember how I said that looking at those photos and. . The food was good however, not excellent just good. The stateroom was made available to us after we finished supper and that is when we found another problem. My wife brought Connie's suitcase, and the ship's store carried no suitable women's clothing in my wife's size. The alternative, my wife had to wear Connie's clothes. I found it suitable and pleasing on the eyes however, my wife was very upset, and this was unusual for her. She always appeared calm, cool, and collected, one never to. I had a sexy platinum blonde wig that was cut short just below my ears. My eyes were done like a street whore with pink mascara and long fake eyelashes. I had bright red lipstick on, just fantasizing about having it wrapped around a hard cock. I began to rub myself as I looked in the full length mirror in the bathroom. I bent over with my legs spread and began to massage my ass with a huge black dildo...Just then I heard the front door open. Then I heard Jill's (my wife) voice and the voice of.