It was almost a shock when the outside world intruded in the form of an email so I began to avoid checking my inbox. It was mostly junk, anyway. I did...have to look every few days, though, to see if there was anything from any of my correspondents. Sometimes there'd be a message forwarded from a reader. Those could be interesting and I did my best to answer them, whether about 'what it felt like, alone in the middle of the ocean' or about how my boat was rigged.I always flipped through the. Though, as always, I was immensely aroused by watching my mother engage in sexual acts, I discontinued watching because Sandra attracted my attention. She took my arm and said, “your mom just ate me out and screwed me with a dildo, but right now I’d like to get busy with a real flesh and blood cock.” Before I could say a word she pushed herself against me, put her arms around me and gave a wet kiss on my mouth, that seemed to last for an eternity. When our mouths finally let go of each other,. He was on top of her, in her bed, crushing her against the mattress with his big beer belly and his thick, hairy forearms were wrapped around her. He had his left hand on top of her pretty little blonde head, pulling it to the side as she protested, so he could tickle her neck with his mustache, his elbows pinning her arms to her sides and his bulk spreading her thighs wide open. She was trying to shake her head like "no no no" as he blew another raspberry against her neck, making her thrash. The day had been long for her. After the initial beating, however, she had not been struck again. The fourth strike of the horrid paddle had taught her the value of obedience and submission. She tried to be the perfect slavegirl after that in order to avoid more of the harsh, painful treatment.She did not give up hope, although she tried to present the appearance of complete surrender. While she surrendered her body to the manipulation and schemes of her young torturers, she held onto her mind.