"He left her alone in the room and Debbie, slowly undressed. Her heart thumping heavily in her chest she picked up the huge knickers and pulled them o.... They hung on her like an oversized nappy. She pulled on the bra that totally covered her breast and dangled loose at her back. Next was the skirt, it had an elasticated waist but still hung down and heavy on her hips. Last was the top, a blouse of ivory silk that flared out like a tent on her. She sighed in exasperation and tucked the excess. But we are exclusive." He leaned a little forward, "at our rates we need to be." Daddy chuckled."Let's go see our rooms, Megan."The door to the Master Suite was open ... restrained opulence greeted their eyes."OH - MY - GOD, DADDY." She clutched at is arm. 'Daddy or not ... he is going to get sooo lucky tonight.'"Hello, Monique." Master Fox ... Miss Fox. I have everything arranged by outfits for each occasion." She looked at Megan, "And I can guarantee, Miss Fox ... every day is an occasion in. He had denied her before and she hadn't understood why until he finally allowed her to cum. She was like putty in his hands. She had given up control to him willingly, knowing full well that if her body were an orchestra, he would play a full concerto on it!The belt landed with even strikes across her ass, thighs and back, making a sound somewhere between a slap and a crack. The effects on her body were starting to intensify now, each blow was now bringing her desperate pussy close to the edge.. “Oh my God!” she thought as she watched his hand work back and forth. Her pussy was starting to tingle again. Feeling bold, she knocked on the door.“Mr. Roberts? It's Cheryl. I need to get a towel please.”She watched as he quickly stopped touching himself and turned away from the door. “Uh, yea, sure.” he awkwardly mumbled from being almost being caught. “They're in the closet.” Cheryl walked in with her hand against the side of her head to shield her eyes from his nudity. She found the towels.