I asked her if there was anything I could do. Yes, she said, give me permission to take off this damn bra. Are you going to release them to my custody... please, please? I asked with a grin. So, do you really think they would be fun to play with, or did you say that just to try to get into my pants? she asked with a bug smile. Feeling really bold now, I said, Doris, now that you mentioned me getting into your pants, I would really like to taste you. Oh my, you sweet talking fool, that sounds like. Or in the swimming pool (see 'In at the deep end' ) where we swam in the nude and were beaten on the bare bottom. I suspected that my mother wanted far more than this and it seemed I was not wrong! She told me that I was to order her to bend over and to raise her skirt and beat her over her knickers and then to lower them and beat her bare buttocks..... and as to how many.... well, she would let me know if I couldn't work it out for myself! But she hoped that there would come a time when I. He was listening to her being fucked.“Where?”“My cunt!” she screamed, “Simon, fuck my cunt! Then suddenly the phone went dead. David looked at the blank black screen, desperate to call back, to find out what was happening but at the same time terrified.His phone buzzed and this time it was Kate’s mobile and the screen read. Kate FaceTime. Accepting it, he saw a handsome muscular black man sitting back on the sofa, his strong arms supporting Kate as she sat astride him, her legs wide as her head. It's hard to lie convincingly when you don't know how you sound when you tell the truth."Uh-oh," said Caitlyn, sounding for all the world like a woman without her wallet. "We'd better go home and check, I'd hate to think of what would happen if I lost it..." Yeah," Jon agreed, trying not to sound too emphatic."Oh dear, that is troublesome," said Roger DiSalvo. "Jonathan, do you think you could finish your application before—"This time Jon was on the ball. "I wish I could, but all of Caitlyn's.