‘How appropriate,’ she thought, ‘for whipping a man.’ ‘You are shit.’ ‘I am shit. It’s true. My daughters won’t speak to me.’ She ...oubled over the belt and whipped his ass through his chinos. ‘Don’t whine to me you sniveling little shit.’ The president’s yelp transformed into louder sobs. ‘Confess and I will decide when you can unburden your soul and tell me your personal feelings.’ ‘Yes, mistress.’ Crack! ‘Do not call me that!’ Crack! ‘That whore Sophie is your mistress.’ She struggled to find. I thought maybe later I'd come to the bar, if there's going, to be a party later." There's always a party," Davis said. "That why this place is called an Infamous Sex Palace by the cognoscenti." What's that mean?" she said, not recognising the big word, and her mother had taught her to be an inquisitive child."It means somebody on the inside," Davis explained."Then I'm one of the cogn... what you said," she replied, grinning. "It means I'm an insider." You bet you are, little chick,". Andrew hadn't heard much of the conversation, but he'd known from something said earlier that her mother had been away that weekend on an Open University session. He had theorised that the father was nervous of responsibility, that he had wanted his daughter back in his line of sight as soon as possible, and Andrew had thought this unfair. After all, Mary had been visiting the Paperhouse night club for at least three months by then, and usually left at one thirty, not twelve thirty. Andrew knew. She was amazed at something and put it down and attacked me with a most remarkable kiss.I had expected something like this, but she was so aggressive, which surprised me so much I had gotten extremely hard. She was laying on me and had to have felt what she had done to me.But, I was not going to let her have all the fun, so I made my signature move, and flipped her on her back, then tore off my shirt, reached under and found her panties and pulled them off, then unzipped and entered her.“Ohhh,.