” “I don’t give a flying what nationality she was she had her hand on your tits and a Paparrazo caught it.” Felicity Caterham, usually known a... Flick, my agent was livid. She ranted on about indiscretion, responsibility to my career and hers, the views of the tv company making the series about terrorism in the 1970s and a whole load of invective-filled vituperation. I’d seen her like this before and decided to let her vent. She vented. “The BBC want to interview you. I’ve said no, it’ll die. Tzarma could see the thoughts of what Roger had done and what might have happened if I had been there, were arousing me again.We retired to his room. "I believe you can now lie on you back and be fucked?" he stated a question."Yes, but I still have to be a little careful otherwise I'll open the welts and Nurse Muniba will reprimand me again." I'll be careful enough." For the first time since my caning he took me in the normal way and after the previous conversations I enjoyed him and climaxed. The area we lived in had a bad problem with middle and high school kids using. I crept soundlessly to the door and peeked in. If the kids are behaving I leave them alone, if not I bust their asses. I checked on my 12 year old as I was passing thru his room to the last. My oldest son, Gary, was 16. I had converted the garage to a room for his benefit. Having three children only 2 years apart had made a small house very crowded and I thought he would enjoy having his own space. I was about to. Big tears rolled down my cheeks as I reached down and took off my jeans and underwear. Once they were completely off she took them from me and threw them angrily onto the floor beside her feet and said "Now drive."So I put the car in gear and backed out of our parking place and then drove out onto the road. As I was driving (to where I had no idea) she calmly reached over and began to fondle my cock. Incredibly I got completely hard in about thirty seconds. It was as though this witch had cast.