So I hung up and called Linda. We exchanged a few words of affection before I asked her to call Holly to the phone. When I asked them what they though... of my idea they both said it sounded “totally tubular” and “totally bitching”.Valley girls.I figured I could pick them all up at around 5 and we could grab a bite to eat before heading on over the hill. Linda told me to hang on for a minute and went to talk to her mom for a moment as Holly and I talked about how great the dance the night before. She was laying on her stomach andI was sitting on her knee joint. I held her from her waist tightly and partially got up to spread her legs. Now her thighs were around me, and I was sitting between her legs. I again parted her ass, and placed myself over her body, in such a way that my hard cock was resting on her asshole.She was horrified with pain she was supposed to bear, so she tried again to get off my grip. But I held her tight from her waist, and pushed my dick into her hole. Her asshole. "Dad I don't know what to say. You were never toknow about this. OMG." "So I was right? About what I saw? Just tell mewhy." I can't really explain it dad. It's just something that seems to drawme. I really don't know why. It just happened and keeps happening. I'm soembarrassed that you know. I can't face this now. I've got to get going."John knew Paul was in a bad situation and that he just wanted to run. Sohe continued. "Paul please just stay here for for a few minutes so I cantell you more.. I couldn’t. So I asked Mistress for leniency, she told me to zip it or there will be a doubling of my now 160 strokes meaning 320 strokes. It was good advice to button it. Stroke after stroke landed with pinpoint accuracy. Mistress knew where to lay one stroke on top of the other for maximum pain. The pain was immense, I never thought for one minute it would be as painful as this. I was struggling and had no idea how I would get through so many strokes. Surely she has to be joking, but then it.