He had probably only fucked her three or four times a year for half a century! What a waste of a life, I thought to myself. Mr Johnson had, by now, fi...ished his coffee and he put his mug down on the table gently. "Thank you, Miss Becci. The coffee was very nice. Most appreciated. I shall now go back to my gardening. Thank you for everything." As he turned to go I called to him, "Mr Johnson. Would you like a feel of my tits before you go?" "No thank you," he replied without even turning around.. I may not always be so gentle with you. If I have to punish you, I will not soothe you after.”“Yes, Madam.”“Now let the balm do its work. Stay as you are and don’t move till I tell you.”Again her heels click on the floor, and from the corner of my eye, I see that she has taken her place on her high backed chair. I hear a sound like pen on paper. She seems to be writing.I close my eyes, waiting, listening, as I calm my racing mind and luxuriate in the coolness of the towel and the slight but. Unfortunately Zach was unable to grasp the exact nature of the problem.Penny had eventually gotten Zach to understand that even if he felt likea girl he was in fact born a boy and that proclaiming otherwise couldlead to problems. She insisted that even though she knew and understoodhow he felt, it should remain between them. He must not tell otherpeople he is really a girl! She had grave doubts that she could do muchabout, or influence how he behaved, but eventually she felt satisfiedthat Zach. Delicately, she toppled them to the left and right. “Oops,” she murmured softly, never looking away from my face. “I guess I forgot about these...”My pulse quickened.I saw her tongue slowly wet her lips as she shrugged slightly. The fabric of the robe fluttered. “I guess I’m going to have to take this off. Aren’t I, Daddy?”I knew enough not to speak. Instead I simply watched.McKenzie cocked her head to one side and her hands went to the collar of the kimono. Slowly, she peeled the garment off.