” Sara had not considered that possibility. That finding her alone and masturbating would excite him. Mark went on. “Did he ask you to touch yours...lf?” “Not at first, we just chatted, but after a bit he asked me to touch my breasts.” Sara thought of the chat and felt a tingle as she remembered it. Mark reached out to her left breast and lightly teased her nipple, the tip already hard. Sara squirmed at his touch. “Did you touch it like this?” “Yes…well he asked me to pull on it…to pull out on my. He loved the punishments. He wanted to be grounded. The home was tittieville. Pussyville, too, I should imagine.One Saturday morning, the girls all came to breakfast wearing only panties, but they acted like they weren't. John was all smiles as me and Mom looked at six ringed breasts in perfect condition, on display, without drawing any fire, and no undue attention from John, as though he had his fill of those breasts, and those breasts may as well have been feet. If that weren't enough, they. Stephanie thought that a spanking and even the cane was preferable to jail, and so, albeit reluctantly, she agreed and replied, “Yes, ma’am, I accept your punishment please, as anything is better than going to jail.”Elizabeth was delighted that Stephanie had fallen for her bluff, and in any case, why should she worry if she wasn’t being completely truthful, because the person they were dealing with was an offender who had breached the stay-at-home rules, and, frankly, was putting everybody else. The first time that John and I were alone came that first fall; following the end of summer camp with both of us back to school. John called me and asked if I wanted to get together with some friends. So he picked me up and off we went on a Saturday morning adventure. We started the party fairly early that morning. As the day progressed into the evening, friends began to group or pair off away from the main group. I was hanging off to the side when John approached me and asked if i would like.