And Mrs. Ross of New York, New York" he told her."They didn't" she said with a gasp."I gather that the Ross's are my grandparents?" he asked her."Yes ...rian, they are. Your grandparents own a good portion of New York City, the expensive parts. I'm surprised they set something up for you, it's not like them to part with their money" she remarked."So, what should I do about this? I don't like how they treated you or Dad all these years. I'm not sure if I want to get involved with them now" he told. Baron Westlake came in the front office as he was a known if infrequent visitor accompanied by the Lady Burgess. Clare, TJ and Morg arrived by hire ground car from the London City Airport where they had parked "Bulb". They were shown into the main conference hall and all moved to one end of the massive dark oaken table which seemed to fill the room.The artificial lighting did not help the sombre atmosphere of the place, surrounded as it was by traditional oil paintings of stern visaged First. He was wearing gym shorts and easily complied. He was hard and grabbed it. She said, put it closer, and he moved so his cock was almost next to her. She bent her arm back and stroked his cock as she continued with the wand on her clit. Soon she came again hard and loud. We approached a rest area and I pulled in and towards the back where no one was parked. I parked and pulled my own hard cock out as she watched approvingly. She put her seat all the way back and pulled his cock towards her mouth. Not only did this action expose my already glowing butt cheeks to his full gaze but, as he continued to jerk upwards on my panties, I was raised up high on my tip toes leaving me little chance to wiggle away and keeping my ass in the optimal position for his next attentions. “Now we’ll move onto the proper punishment”, he whispered close into my ear. “That first round over my knee was just a warm up. Naughty girls need to be properly disciplined, with the paddle. By the end of this, you’ll be.