I’ll tell them what you did to me.??Are you going to tell them how you came as well?? Then lifting up an audio recorder I replay the last couple mi...utes of you being fucked. Feeling ashamed and hearing yourself confess what a slut you are, you just submissively look down. ?You know if you like my punishments so much, maybe we can work something out.??What?? You ask, nervously.?I think I can give you a better punishment in a weekend than prison will give you in a few years. If you want I will. What if it was for good?"Holy fuck," I said again. "What's mom going to say?"I'd never be able to convince her that it was me. She'd throw this big-boobed redhead out of her house, or call the police. And then what? Itwasn't like I could ring the doorbell at one of my friend's houses andsay, "Hi there. I know I look like Hollywood's most famous skank, butI'm really your old pal Jake."I shivered violently enough that my teeth clicked together. The girl inthe mirror looked strange. For a moment I. OK, thanks. I appreciate the quick service."Listen up, men. We almost didn't escape that monster, so I have asked for another flamethrower to replace an M1. Any of you guys willing to volunteer to work with Hank? Remember that we are not being shot at, so there is not the danger from that like we would have faced in Normandy." Two guys raised their hands, so I picked Joe Connolly, since he was the larger of the two volunteers. By the time we finished our cigarettes, the flamethrower had shown. Shorts, tee's, skirts, etc. I tried on everything for him and was kind of enjoying the fashion show. I tried on a very sexy mini dress and couldn't get the back zipped. I called him in, and he came in the dressing room. I asked him to help zip me. His hands lingered at the base of my spine and just barely brushed my ass. He slid the zipper slowly up, and I turned around. Our eyes locked, and I hugged him close."Thank you Dad, for taking me shopping."He pulled away with a shaky breath. I could.