Annest’s reaction was causing a sympathetic, and very pleasurable, twitch in Patience’s pussy. A wicked little half smile formed as Patience cont...mplated her next actions. Her governess, and her nanny before that, had been strict. Spankings had been a common part of her upbringing. There were limits to the force these women could employ on a c***d of such high birth. As a result, Patience ended up enjoying a well spanked bottom as she grew older. She had always been the recipient and was. Then I remembered where I was. About that time, Grandpa came in to see about the door and we just stayed up.”“I remember when your dad stayed here that time, he was always up before the sun. He told me it was just a habit he picked up from his pa. I reckon you have the habit too, now.”“Yes Sir. It’s a good time of day when my brothers and I can catch Dad at the table and talk before he heads out. If he gets away, no telling where he’ll end up before the day is over.“Grandpa was telling me about. “Not to worry though, sweetie, I doubt you’llbe leaving the house again for quite some while. Now,let’s get all these clothes put away before Mike andSusan get home.”Soon we had everything in order. Linda had me slip intopantyhose and a skirt before we started dinner. Perhapsit was only coincidence that the skirt she handed mewas of thin white cotton and styled with a front zipperjust like the pants I had been wearing. Instead of pantlegs though, it had a short, full. She screwed everything that moved and her brood looked like a U.N. convention. Two kids were black, one was Asian…you get the idea. You *really* want to make sure you get a hundred of each.’ I giggled. I was feeling sooooo hot. ‘So, what, like, happens after I do a hundred of each?’ Wendy ran her hand over my flat belly, resting it on my incredibly sensitive pussy. I shuddered. ‘Make sure you keep a careful count. You don’t want to make any mistakes. You save the hundredth girl for last. Once.