Now! Hurry up!"My mother's fingers opened buttons, lowered zippers, and pulled off every stick of clothing she wore. She cowered in the foyer, naked w...th three fully dressed people looking at her."Bend over with your hands on your knees," Mr. Jackson said. "You know the routine." When my mother complied and was bent at the waist, her hands on her knees, her butt sticking out, and her head hung, he said to me, "Now administer the punishment." What do you mean?" I asked, but deep down knew the. "Remember how you used it on me until I wasscreaming in desire and pleasure? Remember how you thought it was sofunny to then let it slide up into my ass? Well let's just see if youstill think it's so funny."The device was the fucking machine they had built based on one they seenon Gord's web site. It sat on a sturdy base and consisted of a polewith a dildo machine on the top. The machine worked like a piston,sliding up and down at whatever speed was desired. The dildo was meantto ravage a. .. soda would be fine." He said."Coming right up." Cynthia smiled as she moved to the small wet bar. "You must forgive Katie," she said as she poured a soda for Stephen and a scotch for herself. "I'm not in the habit of receiving visitors after a show, and she does tend to be somewhat protective." That's ok," Stephen said as he accepted the drink, hoping she didn't notice the slight tremor in his hand. "I still can't believe you invited me here." Well..." Cynthia said as she sat down in a large. John smiled a little. "It was great! So memorable seeing your band on my birthday!"emma returned the smile. "Your birthday, huh? How old did you turn?" I'm 18 now."emma smiled wider. "Happy 18th Birthday, John!"John blushed and thanked her. emma was now confident this would be an awkward evening if she continued trying to have a conversation with him. He was barely responding. Her band mates joked that she should give her fan a happy ending. She thought about it. She wouldn't go that far but it.