“You’re a sweaty little cocksucker.”She stood and went to the hose. “Lift your arms.” When I complied, she turned the ice cold spray on me. ... yipped and jumped around but held still when she reprimanded me. She rinsed me from head to toe, paying special attention to my pussy and ass. By the time she was done, I was shivering.“You can go naked the rest of the night. Check on supper, wash out your uniform for tomorrow and draw a bath for me.” As I turned to go, she reminded me. “Get the paddle. Further, Lissa said that she had been "thinking about things," and had decided that it wasn't fair for her to not let her mom "have fun" and that she [Lissa] felt like a hypocrite.The catch was -- and apparently it took quite a while to get Lissa to explain to Denise what she was getting at -- Lissa had decided that if mom was to be allowed to "play," then it was only fair that Lissa should be allowed to play, also."What in the world do you have in mind?" Denise quoted herself as asking her. Moving on to the sex story, I had received some mails regarding my first story on ISS but the most unexpected you can say so, was from this lady called Sneha. She said she was impressed by my writing and asked me if we could chat sometime.I was on cloud nine reading this but at the same time was skeptical about her.Finally we had a long chat the same night where I got to know that she is a 29 year old unmarried lady with decent looks( yes that’s what she said;P ) and was working in HR. Rizzi request access to the photos for her own purposes, as someone who helped take them. The answer she gets should be very interesting.”“You think they know something? Or there’s something incriminating?”“Very possibly.”“So why not destroy the incriminating photos?”Patrick laughed, “Some people simply can’t part with the effects of their loved ones, even if they’re incriminating.”“And if we find something?”“Then you take it to your friend Gwen Meyer and see what she can do. I’d avoid the.