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Ryan sat halfway along the bottom bench and told me to lay across his lap. “What have I done to deserve a spanking?” I joked. It wasn’t a joke. I heard the door open just as Ryan slapped my butt. The 2 girls stopped and looked at us for a second, then climbed up to the same 2 corners that they’d occupied that morning. They sat the same way as well – one leg on the bench below, showing their bald pussies. Ryan slapped my butt again and told me that I had to stop teasing my father like that. With my face pointing to the floor I smiled and knew that we were in role play mode again. “Sorry daddy.” I said, “I need to be punished more indian so that I won’t do it again.” I hadn’t a clue if the girls understood what I was saying or not, but they sure as hell knew what a spanking was. Ryan slapped me 4 more times and I pretended to cry. Ryan then told me to stand up. I did and held my head low. I wiped a non-existent tear from my eyes. “Get on your knees girl.” Ryan said. As I got down I thought that there was no way that he was going to get me to give him a blow job, not in front of those girls. But he did. He only had a semi to start with, but it wasn’t long before it was as hard as I’ve ever felt it. As my head bobbed up and down I looked up at him. He was loving every second. I looked at the girls as well. Both were frigging themselves. Just before Ryan came, he held my head back and shot his load all over my face. I just want you to do one thing in return. I was wet instantly. “Give you a handjob?” she asked. And of course, that would inevitably raise our level of mental sexual excitement, and it only made the sex that much more enjoyable for both of us. Her breasts pressed against me. My nipples ached as hers kissed mine. Unknowingly, my fingers had moved, they found the jewel on her stomach, I tickled and caressed around it. John rolled off of Val, and watched her as she stood up, and put her nightgown back on. “OK, shoot,” she replies. Sarah was busy making dinner. Joe feels that my looks alone can get men hard. His eyes stared at indian the morning's gentle breeze, hypnotically swaying of the tall stalks of wheat, but his mind was incapable of registering anything past the dirty window panes. “Fuck no, I might be a tiny girl but I’m full of energy and enthusiasm.” I was almost all in. She was gagging.