She showed me her first paycheck with a note from the boss that said how well she was doing.The next night when I came home there was no supper waitin.... There was however a bottle of Maker's Mark, an ice bucket, and two glasses on the table. "Dick, I love living here with you. I thought we would have a drink to celebrate. You never scream at me and you treat me so nice. I told you once how whiskey made me feel, but I'll risk it." It still made CeeCee horny and in turn she made me feel the same. I put my hands on her hips, picked her up and set her to the side. “Besides, your mother will be home in a couple of hours, she’d kill me if she saw what we were doing.”She looked at me with a look of hurt and disappointment, like a little girl who didn’t get a puppy for Christmas. “But I told you it was OK. It made me feel good. Why do we have to stop?” she asked softly.“Because we have to. It’s not right, it’s dangerous, it’s risky, and did I mention I could get in big trouble? It’s not worth. Believe meAlexandra, you're a hit." A big time hit," said a voice, walking up next to their mother."Girls, are you already trying to figure out how they could possiblytop this for their parties?" Squirt!" said Alex, swallowing hard and holding his chest. "Is thatyou?" Hi, Alexandra." His little brother waved.There was Ronnie dressed in the little girl's version of the pinkdais dress. Instead of being off the shoulder with a sexy sweetheartshaped bodice, it had a high neckline and a fitted. She stepped back and thwack, thwack, flicked the ruler down hard on the shaft twice. She slid back the foreskin again making me groan, then thwack, thwack, two more hard strokes across the head and I grabbed my stinging cock and cried out. “One more stroke for moving,” decreed Miss. I yelled, “That is not fair she gave me four strokes and you said three.” “Two more strokes with the ruler for answering back,” said Miss Edwards, grimly. Alison pushed back the foreskin more forcefully this.