” “Her and Carol are friends, they’re always together anyway so let’s set it up and give it a try. If I’m right“Yeah, Ok, let's do it.” ...I agreed.I should have felt bad about agreeing to let a forty-two year old man try to fuck my daughter, but all I could think about was his daughter Alyssa and those firm, round softball sized tits of hers. Besides, I had no idea what college guy Carol would be fucking next, and I didn’t really have a problem with her getting together with someone I knew. This time she forced herself to stay aware of it all: the swish of the cane, the THWATT as it struck low across her own bottom, the explosion of pain in her up-thrust rear end, even the jerk of her own body as it reacted to the impact and the gasp of agony that burst from her own throat. For a moment her brain started to swim and then her ability to think suddenly returned and, in that moment, she knew, not only that she would survive this horrible ordeal, but also that she could salvage some. Next a picture of her going down an escalator with him; she looked like she was giggling at some joke. The next images were of her and him walking out to a car in the parking lot."After leaving the mall," English stated, "your daughter went with Mr. Katterman to the nearby Hilton. I followed them in, as the next pictures show."George watched in stunned silence as more photos of his daughter showed her arrive with this strange man at the Hilton, exit the car with him, and then enter the hotel. "The next stop was the village shop just down the road, where we bought what seemed like enough booze to fill a swimming pool and then home to the much awaited bath.While I put two bottles of champagne in the fridge, Jenny cracked open some lager and we drank a toast."To us." she grinned and we clinked cans ceremoniously."To us" I agreed, "Now go and get in your bath." Pardon me for asking bruv," she turned to look at me, "But wasn't one of the reasons for coming down here, the fact that there.