When she examined the form more closely, however, she saw that she was to report to a “Mr. Peters”. And in the section marked “Reason for Meeti...g” was written, “Being a very bad little girl.”Oh god, he was going to punish her again. Make her do humiliating things. Spank her. Or worse. She could hardly wait.All day long—and the day seemed extremely long, crawling by with excruciating slowness—she would suddenly snap back to the present and realize that she had again drifted off into a. Even whilst Dad was here I still continued. We respected each other’s privacy and whilst I couldn’t run around naked outside of my bedroom walls, I could still enjoy other pleasures. Of course this ease had grown on me. I was awkward in the beginning and I’d rush to finish scared I’d be caught even with the bedroom door locked.I can honestly say that I had begun to, not love, but understand my body more. Frequent nakedness allowed me to become accustomed to my body more. It didn’t shock me any. Then he kissed the back of my neck as he started thrusting harder into me, which is really hot and makes me feel even sexier than I am. I reached down and had to take hold of my clit which was rock hard now and dripping precum. I wiped the precum and brought my fingers to my lips and tongue. Next, as Mike kissed my neck, his hand moved from my nipples to my hard clit and began to stroke me, a little roughly, but it still felt good to have a hand on it other than my own. His rhythm gradually. “Spread them”, he barked. I had to step out of my panties, which were still in a lacy puddle around my ankles. I shuffled my legs apart, knowing that I was exposing more and more of my private parts to him with every slight movement. My breasts jiggled slightly from side to side with the motion, and the contact of them against the leather of the stool’s cushion top was distracting, and actually quite pleasant. My attention was jerked quickly back to what he was doing between my legs, as he.