An impish smile had crept onto her face. "I don't wantyou to forget what you've learned so I'm going to give you somehomework. Ok?"Homework? "Yes Miss...Becky." I want you to write out the four 'Miss Becky' sayings you've beenworking on. 'Yes Miss Becky', 'Please Miss Becky', 'Thank you MissBecky' and 'I'm sorry Miss Becky. It won't happen again'. Five hundredtimes. By hand." She smiled at the look on Tom's face as he did themath. That was two thousand lines of writing. "I expect you to get. " If you have any problems, see MaryAnn. You can use the desk in the study. I'll be back by Thursday."With that, he stood and walked out of the library.My first task was to find the study. I had to ask James. He led me towards the front entrance, stopped and opened the door to a relatively small room containing two desks, a couple of chairs and lined with two-drawer filing cabinets with countertops. Each desk had a computer and monitor. There were no windows. This room was designed for work; I. " I'm glad that you like the way my legs look and feel to you."As I drove to the restaurant, grandma had her hand on my groin, and every so often she would give my cock a squeeze, and when I didn't have to do any shifting for a bit, I would put my hand down and rub her leg and give her thigh a squeeze, and a couple of times I reached down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panty crotch, and by the time we got to the restaurant, I could feel a wet spot in the crotch of her. I had to control something in this scenario so I took a leap of faith.I was honestly surprised that I had managed to hold myself up this long but my arms were giving out and I was about to double over if I didn't make a move so I threw my arm out towards daddy.Well quick as you like his hand abandoned his cock, he had been stroking it towards my face, and came up to catch my arm at the elbow allowing me to grip his muscular forearm to steady myself."Are you okay Sabbiecat?" Dad asked me kindly,.