His eyes met mine sending my heart into overdrive. ‘Pleasure meeting your acquaintance, mademoiselle,’ he said. ‘Let us show the ballroom,’ Da...dy said leading the way. A few hours later after tidying up my father’s office, he came back in a flaming bad mood with a bottle of whisky in his hand. He looked at me and yelled at me to get out and I scurried away quickly. Tears forming in my eyes. I heard voices coming from the ballroom so I quietly wen to the door and peeked in and saw the handsome. Maybe Sheriff Williams wasn't so mean after all. "Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.He winked at her. "Call me Sheriff Tom," he said, then added: "I'm going inside to start my report, so why don't you hurry over to Brandi's Bras & Things, and get those funbags of yours properly concealed."Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, watching them shimmy. "Yes, they are kind of fun. I’ve wanted to do this, but I was afraid.” I pulled you closer and my penis started to stir, and get hard. You noticed that, and looked down. “Wow. Oh my god Grandpa. It’s so big.” You were entranced by my swelling cock. You instinctively put your hand on it and started to play with it. “Put your mouth on it again,” I commanded you. You moved down to where you could look at it up close, and you rubbed it on your face. “I like that precum stuff,” you said, and licked the tip of my cock. “Put. I’m going to whip them with a crop for five minutes. When I present my plan to my sister, she readily agrees. I wonder if she would have agreed so quickly if she had realised that I didn’t say how hard or fast I was going to whip her feet. But no matter, she agreed, and that’s that. Oh, did I mention that I am going to whip her feet five minutes each?I position her next to her desk, so that she can stand on one leg, balance herself with one hand against the desk, and use the other to keep her.