And by the kind comments you made about my writing. I obviously get messages from men as well as women, having read my stories, but usually to say how...they got them sooo hard and horny – with the inevitable consequences – messy fingers! Your mom also sent me a message to say how she’d been ‘discovered’ by you, and explained to you about erotic writing and how much she enjoys reading it – and that you might get in touch with me – and you did! I’m so pleased. It’s quite a change for a son to. Jo douched her cunt and ass between each man. She fucked men all day then they took a break and Jo put her on her hands and knees and again asked if she was a dirty nasty mom and needed to be punished. She said "Yes" and he got the paddle and the belt out and began to first use the paddle as the welts showed up on her smooth white ass. As he paddled her he saw how wet her pussy got. After over thirty whacks he then got the belt. He doubled it and began to really whip her ass. Her ass was now. She must have figured that half of the story was better than none.We spent the next hour sitting there while I told her my story from the beginning til now. She was stunned when I told her how her mother had screamed at me and then she cried when I told her how Leanne left. "I can't believe that she would do that!" Sam kept softly repeating that phrase over and over throughout my narrative.When I finished my story, I just sat there sipping my drink. Sam starting pulling herself together and. His skin was lime colored.He bowed, to the woman, revealing the points of his ears. She sat and pointed at a chair.Reganald pulled out a small notepad and asked, "Ma'am, did he say anything about where he was going?"The woman rested her chin on her hand and stared at the ceiling for a minute. "Something about a small town that didn't have the Christmas spirit." Ma'am, did he use one of the side exits?" Reganald asked tentatively. The woman's surprise was visible. She nodded. He added, "We do.