I didn't have the courage to say no.I found it curious that I'd unconsciously followed my father's advice. I'd stayed calm, and the girls had worked e...erything out. Danielle had asked me if we were still on for Friday night. I said yes, and we did more than everything but fuck. We fucked. I ran out of my house early Saturday morning, and Jenny loped up beside me, and it was as if the traumatic day last year never happened. Then Eve called and lured me to her bed. Yep, I'd let the girls work it. .I tapped on the door again a while later and Miss Lisa opened it and let me in. I didn’t mention the appointment I thought I’d made and just asked for any spare pics. I sat the other side of Her desk while She opened a drawer and took out a pack, rifling through it to pass over the miniskirt and bikini pics I’d asked for. I bought quite a few, having made sure I had enough cash this time to keep buying, and She said “I’ve posed for a lot of photos too if you’d like to see those?” I gulped and. ”“Do you cry?” the woman asked.“Of course,” Sarah replied in a tone that said, ‘What else?’The woman replied sounding deep in thought, “I suppose.”Sarah pictured the woman having a mum like the one she was describing and deciding to give disciplinary control to her. That would be so cool, she thought, and was getting turned on by the fantasy.The woman said finally, “Well good luck with the spanking. Maybe afterwards I will see you around and we can chat some more about you being spanked?”With. Wendy is twelve years my junior, a tight little Boston University freshman. She’s all of five feet tall and her three favorite words are, “Fuck! Yeah! Daddy!” The Daddy thing is weird, but who wouldn’t put up with a shit-load of kink for an eighteen-year-old with a flawless body and more tricks than a $1,000 escort?In one sense, Wendy is the very definition of uncomplicated. She’s never thought about security or commitment or everlasting love. But her intense, obsessive need for a.