There was a pregnant silence before she spoke."How long are you staying in town?" she finally asked."I guess that depends on you," he answered. "I'll ...tay my whole vacation if that meets with your approval. I booked my hotel room for three days, but they said it's no problem to extend it if I want to." Well, in that case, there are some interesting looking museums around I could show you. If you're interested in any of them we can either go through them while you're here, or you can plan to. “You like something?” I asked with a shit eating grin. She wiped that smile from my face a second later as the palm of her hand landed on the side of my face with a loud slap!!“You insolent old shit!! You think because you are older, or may have been around the block longer, you can presume to talk to me, your Mistress without proper respect? Do you?!?!” She screamed at me. “Get your smug face down there and kiss my feet!”I started to back up and lower myself down to get in a comfortable. I could feel my dad's cock pumping his cum load out all over my thigh. Spurt after sticky spurt of cum covered my upper thigh. I couldn't hold back any longer and my pussy let go with a gush of pussy juice all over my dad's fingers as I wiggled around with delight. I had to actually bite my lower lips to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure. After we both finished cumming, my father said in a low tone, 'Oh shit!' He got off the bed and grabbed his underwear. He then quickly wiped his cum. I knew she was at work, and had her own office, so I picked up the phone. I asked Sally about the spanking and then it all came out, it was a fantasy she had kept subdued for decades, she was into the whole corporal punishment thing, uniforms, spanking and being caned, just she’d never done it.So the following summer Sally persuaded her boss to allow her to attend another conference. We eyed each during the welcome drinks, and, as soon as we could, shot off to my bedroom. Sally went straight.