“Tomorrow make sure they have the same room. Call me when they arrive.” I laid my card on the table. “There’ll be something in it for you.” ...��Hey you’re a detective,” he said reading the card. “Cool. I always wanted to do that, you know like Mickey Spillane. Catch the bad guys.” “Trust me, it's overrated. You just end up talking to losers who smell like toilets and chasing perverts who do vile things to people’s anus's.” “Cool.” “Call me,” I exited the stinking office relieved to be able to suck. He's trying to make the soloists look slightly moremature to give a confident looking presentation." Sorry Anna, but I've only got time to do Jill," apologised Andy."Hey, I'm not a soloist," she grinned. "Heck, a few weeks ago and Iwasn't even in this concert. Anyway, you can give me some tips when wesit next to each other when we practice the Mozart tomorrow."When Jill was perfected, Andy disappeared and we all looked at each otherand giggled. "We all look wonderful. Can we rig one of the. She was wearing glasses and a look that was very business like, as if she was my boss and I was in for it. But there was something else a hint of something to show that she was having fun with all this. We hugged and she pulled me in the door, I stepped away from the embrace and got a better look at her. she grabbed my hand and brought it up to her right breast, I had never touched her like that before and she could see my facial expression change. She looked into my eyes and devilishly said ". "Look at me," I say and you slowly raise your chin to look me in the eyes. "Now that my little girl has cleaned the mess you made, you must be punished." You say, "But, Daddy, it was an accident! I didn't mean to." I sit on one of the dining room chairs, pull you across my lap and pull your skirt up, revealing your pretty ass. The sting from my slap hurts my hand as my hand print turns your ass cheek red. You let out a little whimper but not enough for my liking, so I give you a matching mark.