" Did you get spanked that day?" I was scared that they would, but no, not that day. They made you figure out patterns for yourself. I got spanked eve...y three days. The next day there I didn't get spanked or an enema." The interviewer's feminine fingers very lightly stroked his ball sac. "What about the following day?"His breathing deepened. "I got enemas and a spanking. She used a paddle. Thirty five strokes, I think. I sure yelled a lot. I had no idea a paddle could hurt that much, and she. It didn't take too long to have his arm around my waist and his lips against mine. His large hands were all over my breast. He then lowered my top to release my round tits and he sucked my nipples; they were so hard now and I was getting wetter and wetter by the second. Cornell pulled off his shirt, then loosened his pants and showed me his huge black tool already rock hard. I jumped to my knees and tried to get his beautiful piece in my mouth, but he grabbed me by the hair telling:“I can’t. Instead we shed clothes (they lay where they fell) and lips began to explore. Jerry, the guy I was with, decided that my boobs needed a thorough investigation with his mouth. I'd pulled down his zipper, extracted his cock, and was stroking it, getting it hard enough to make us both happy.It didn't take that long to get rid of the clothes. It didn't take much longer to get to the main course. Jerry and I weren't the first, nor were we the last. He did use his tongue to make sure I was wet. It felt good to be back in control of my life and I was happy to be leading my daughter into the right direction of a profession that usually was rough on it’s workers. She seemed to be keeping her sexual urges under control with her current work schedule and when we discussed how she felt, she expressed a true joy for sex, regardless of the fact that men were paying her for it. She seemed to get excited, just as I did, by the thought of fucking a large number of strangers and letting them cum.