He kept it up, here a touch, there a whack, until I was up on all fours. I felt Him, smelled His musky scent, yet I heard no words, nor could I see Hi.... Who was He? He tapped me atop my head, I lowered my head slightly. It was repeated until my lips touched His boot. A firmer slash across my rear instructed me. I started to lick by feel, cleaning His boots alternately, tasting the ash and dust. It seemed like hours before His light tap told me to stop. I rose back on all fours. The crop. You could no longer deny it to yourself.You loved Stacy's mom much more than you did with Stacy. And you wanted her.You wanted her bad.Even now, when it was your eighteenth birthday today. All you wished for this birthday was for Stacy's mom to finally accept your feelings and become the love of your life. Now that you were technically considered an adult, Stacy's mom had to start seeing you in a new light. You being underaged shouldn't be an excuse anymore.You know for a fact that she had to. Martin said, "You heard her, Jimmsssy. Get down there and lick it nice and clean." I turned my head to look at him, he was standing, and Martin was untying his hands. He said, "Eat her and do a good job. If you lick her and make her come one more time, I'll let you take her home with you -- provided she still wants to go with you."I looked at Jim's face. I looked at his eyes, but I saw nothing. His eyes were glassy, his little dick was hard again and all the time he stood there, being untied,. I think I'm still cumming! Ohhhh! It was wonderful," she cooed in my ear, "but my pussy just tickles too much now to have you in me anymore." But what about me? How do I get off?"She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'll work it out of you with my hand again."Well, I reasoned, I really didn't want to take the chance of cumming in her... I was so horny now that anything would feel good. But, in my hormonal rage, an idea came to me."Ellie," I asked, "do you think you could put it in.