I didn't know your last name or realize you were Cindy's father."It took Cindy a full minute to realize that her mouth was wide-open. The two of them ...ere meeting like old friends. She knew her father was on the school board and that they had to work especially hard on the credits program to get it in place by this semester. He had frequently talked of a young boy who was responsible for it and was always rattling their chains on the school board.She also remembered that her father had only. That pleases me. Knowingthay she desires me that much is wonderful, even though it's making mycock hurt. "Hurry up slut! Adorable though your shoes are I am not havingyou wearing them to bed. Besides those legs of yours need binding to keepyou out of trouble."I obey her, of course I do, and sit looking up at her resting my poor asson the bed. She kneels before me resting her hands on my thighs, thenstarts to stroke them, quite forcefully. I moan into the gag, I lovehaving my stockinged legs. ”“You don’t believe the tale?”“No sir. If every sozzled Member of Parliament did the same then the place would be stacked high with bodies. Anyway, MPs don’t bother going to the jakes to relieve themselves – they just dumps on the folks what elected them!”He guffawed at his jest, which I suppose all the workers in the palace would tell visitors.“‘Ere we are, Sir.” He pointed to a door with only the number ‘101’ distinguishing it from the doors of the other offices along the passageway, which. His character assassination of her mum took her completely by surprise. Dad rarely mentioned mum, and she thought she had just left because she didn't love her anymore. Her dads love had been enough to get her through. "Stand up slut!!! Turn around. That's it. Thought so. No tit. You've some nice art done though. In my day we did tats our self. Pretty classy that chinky writing. What does it mean eh.??" Iiii doesn't know....they didn't tell me" she stammered feeling even more foolish. "You.