And even with all its good location and history, the building had sat empty for twelve years before Dutch Winslow won it in a crap game from a down-on...his-luck public official. While some men had lost everything they owned during the depression, Dutch Winslow made a killing from bootlegging and gambling. After prohibition was repealed, Dutch decided it was time to go legit. Winning the river property set the ball in motion. He completely renovated the first floor and gussied up the orphans’. I ensured that I had a firm grip on the wall. Mistress started hitting my back, bumps, thighs, and everywhere. The hits were making me lose my position. It was difficult to maintain position after each hit. But due to fear of an additional 10 minutes, I was not moving my body.Mistress seemed to enjoy a lot over my frustration. Seeing me maintaining my position, she ordered me to spread my legs. Now my inner thighs and cock were in the range of the flogger.Mistress started hitting inner thighs.. "Shhhh. No, it was my fault. I should have knocked. I should have respected your privacy. I wasn't thinking, and, for that, I apologize." " But I was... I mean..." I stammered, turning red with embarrassment again. Jessica put her hand on my arm. I looked at her for the first time since she had entered my room. "What you were doing is your business. It is perfectly natural and healthy. It just took me by surprise. I didn't handle it well. That was my fault." She saw the way I was blushing as. “ That was fucking awesome, I was never so turned on in my life as I was watching you jack off into my face.”, she said still excited. “Baby I am done, there is nothing left in my tank, I need some sleep.”, I said as a pooped puppy.She curled up next to me and the next thing I know it is morning and time to get up. Shannon was already up and downstairs getting ready for school. She was talking with Sarah when I got downstairs. Sarah looked at me and had a big smile on her face. I did not.