. .”My speech was to trail off when I felt the cool, small hand of the maid behind me cup one of my breasts in her hand. She squeezed the full milky mound painfully. I opened my mouth to gasp and the other maid put a little of the bread and jam to my lips. I closed my mou...
Jenson Burnside demanded of his daughter. “How many times did this man offend your modesty?” “He did not, Daddy!” she answered, her cheeks a flaming red. “It was not like that. Owen spanked me a couple of times, but always over my clothing. This last time he thought I should be bared, but you cam...