So lovely," Cindy commented. "It most certainly is," Loraine replied, lightly running her fingertip over my flaming cheeks.Cindy walked away and then ...eturned a minute later. Near my head, where I could see them, she lay a silver hairbrush, a rubber paddle and a rattan cane. "You choose. Which do you want for the next ten?" The brush," I replied softly."The hairbrush, it is. Good choice," she said with a wink.They began again. Cindy, then Loraine counting each blow. The sting of their hands was. ’ But it was true that the only role-playing we’d gotten up to lately involved her pretending to be her daughter. ‘And anyway, I never insisted on perfect realism.’ Her leg, bare and soft and smooth, slid up mine, bringing the knee across my thigh, then onto my other thigh, and then higher still until her crotch snugged up against my hip and her leg completely spanned my groin. ‘I guess I’m just too much of a professional,’ she said, her tone thick like the heat of a summer day after rain.. “oow, do I smell plum, and saffron?” “I see the lady is a connoisseur, yes mam, and you should be able to smell a hint of black cherry. I recommend you allow it to breath for five minutes.” “That would be fine Sue replies, could you pour it into a decanter.” “Very good mam.”The waiter came soon after with a Chilled Seafood Tower. “We didn’t order yet, Sue tells the waiter.” “Ahh, I ordered ahead sweetie.” “Jay, how do you know what I want?” “Sue sweetie, I’ve known you for two years, talked to. ” “Do you want me to do that?” “Don’t you wish,” she said, pairing her words with that intoxicating smile. “No, I’m just fantasizing. I’d be too jealous.” Her response was a tiny clue as to how she felt about me. All we had were clues. She leaned in and said, “But I have the next best thing.” I asked her to tell me what, but she wouldn’t tell me, choosing to tease me instead by withholding details. My cock was hard and throbbing, imagining the possibilities. I begged for a hint. “You’ll find.