Be tough. If you turn a couple of rooms down, they will find you a good room. They will satisfy you. It always works. Now, back to the story."I don't ...now. It's not what I'm looking for." Well, what is that?"I gave him the whole "lost in paradise/Margaritaville" spiel and he smiled, too. "Hold on a second."He made a phone call. "Okay. Go over the bridge and head for The Waters resort. See Melissa."I thanked him and again headed north. It was closing in on sunset and I wanted to plant myself. Your….cock.” He slipped his hand down and hooked his fingers under my skirt. His fingers unbuttoned them with a flick and suddenly they were gone, flying across the room. I was left standing almost nude in front of my son. Just my silk panties that he could easily see through.“Mom, just let it happen. I’ve heard you calling out my name at night and I know you want me.”“I…Greg….I…”“Just say it Mom, just beg for my cock and I’ll give it to you.” Greg had my panties down and I was lifting. Sometimes I don't feel like thanking her after a painful stroke, but if I don't, the stroke doesn't count, and I am given it again.Jane taps my bottom with the cane, I hear the familiar whistle, and then I feel the cane. It feels like a red-hot iron has gone across my bottom. The first and last strokes always seem to hurt the most. "One. Thank you, Jane." I say. Now I have only five strokes left.Tap, whistle, sting! "Two. Thank you, Jane." Jane is real skillful with the cane. The. I have the idea that an older woman is beside me, holding me, guiding my hand up and down, even putting my hand between her legs. And when I think of that it makes my mouth dry and my breathing gets faster until I get this shuddering feeling all over.”“What you are describing is something called an orgasm. It's when your body releases all that tension and you feel nothing but physical pleasure all over. Tell me, do you feel anything when I touch you like this?”'At this point, I reached.