A big openfloorplan with living room against the far wall of windows just lookinginto the forest....from kinda high up...and a fireplace and big sofaa...ainst the opposite wall...oh Daddy.....get the bottle out! I toldmyself, no worries this weekend, we're just having fun like the hotel,but for longer, kinky as fuck and whatever....and ohh I feel so good inthese heels and jeans, and the plug still reminding me every second ofwho I give my body too, and the cage and all of it.......I turned back. " Whap!" Ahh!" Whap, whap!" Shit, piss and corruption, get you behind me, Satan. I am only a poor nun trying to be good."Sylvia looked in the mirror and saw the telltale red stripes glowing with deserved guilt on her milk-white skin. Unable to restrain her hand, she reversed the whip and teased her tight little star with the smooth, well-worn handle that had found her entryways always ready for its presence."Oh, my, don't be so eager, Mister Whip, you must be a gentleman and allow me to open. She gathered what she wanted to cook. "I want to go to Dalton today but Mark can't come. Mister Dan, would you come with me?" Sure, Pat. I'm sure Mark will be fine and we will have our phones if he or we need the other." After eating, I was washing our dishes while Dad and Pat left in his truck.Two hours later, he called gasping, "Come to Tanger! Come armed!" I had been out to the barn so was wearing my pistol. I grabbed my rifle and an ammo belt and ran to Pat's Liberty. I drove to Dalton as. We went back to the hotel and she went to shower and get ready. When she was done she came out and my jaw dropped to the floor. So she said do I look young enough. Ummm yeah as she spun around in her new outfit. She was wearing a short plaid pleated mini skirt with a white sheer blouse, no bra and white thigh high stockings a sheer thong red 4" heels.Her hair nicely curled around her face, she looked 21 tops. fucking awesome I said, so we went to the bar in our hotel, I went in first and she.