I was 16 and sleeping over at my best friend Kerry's house, she lived with her mum, dad and little sister. I had a crush on Kerry's dad, it was someth...ng i can't explain, he was in his 40's, tall, good looking but in an older man kind of way. Kerry and i would tell each other everything and she told me regularly that her parents were arguing alot. Her mum was always nagging him, shouting and dressed in baggy clothes, she wasn't attractive. We decided to watch a film that evening, Kerry got her. They contacted their Sergeant and sent him the best pictures of the man as he looked around and hopped the fence. The man’s face was clear and easy to see, but no one could place the face with anyone working in the secret lab.“Say, Tommy, maybe we can get some fingerprints off the fence or something. He did grab the top bar as he hopped over,” Eddie asked his friend.“Nah way, man. Do you know how to do that shit? I sure as hell don’t.” The two sat quietly for a few more minutes waiting for. Takinga few steps back, he tells her that this lesson is worth learning even thoughit is painful. Twenty is the number of swats that he feels will fix the lessonin her mind. He takes his time as he wants to be sure that he can put plentyof power into each and every swing. Whack, whack, whack. It is so painful thatLaura can hardly catch her breath for the crying and screams. When he finishes,her rear end looks like it is painted red. He can not wait to enter her again.Loosening her ropes, he. "Now the girls will be here shortly. There aren't many of them, and youwill have to strip when I give you the proper orders." He had to handback the envelope now after he'd made sure that they had the right amountof money.Very shortly he heard the door open, a flurry of talking from the girlsthemselves. The class was tiny with only four girls entering. She noddedto each one before they got to their seats right in front. His eyesscanned over each one.All of them looked prepared, and his eyes.