Evidently this spanking thing was a lot more popular than I had ever thought possible! The master of spies had some hot numbers here! had followed thr...ugh as the spankings depicted in the amazing photo album made my heart beat faster and my fingertips begin to sweat. It was pretty clear he had put our conversation into action.Each page of the photo pockets opened another possible blackmail avenue. Navigating through the photo sleeves was a journey through my friend’s lifetime of fantasies. I. It was also the largest.I drove up to Cherry Tree Lane. I figured if she wasn't home, I could always just cruise the neighborhood and knock on doors that hadn't been answered last week. Of course I would be trying to sell them life-insurance, not lingerie. Yuk. I really hoped Shirley would be home.As I approached the house, I noted that garage door was up. The Miata was parked to the left, there was an empty space on the right. Good. I pulled up at the curb, took out the suitcase, and carried. “Sorry, pervs!”“Bet you wish it was your daddy's cum the way you've been draping over him,” @nicanica typed. It had a catty vibe. Was Veronica jealous my daddy was so handsome and hers was fat and balding?“Maybe,” I typed to hers. It would be cool if it was Daddy's cum. That would be impossible.“You've been sucking his cock since you got there, haven't you, @shanicutie,” @machoc said.“Of course not,” I said and shuddered. Why hadn't I been sucking my daddy's cock since I got here? He was such a. During the years she had met other people there so liked to come and visit, not just to see me. Sometimes she would stay at her other friends and sometimes she could call me around lunch time to ask if she could sleep at my place for a few days. Since I were the structured brother with a good job at an IT company I made more money then she did as a student. So I of course was very generous towards her, paying for eventual dinners and beers down town and not requiring any money for her emptying.