"Take me to bed Tommy and fuck me." You're drunk mum," I said and pulled her arms from around my neck.She giggled, "I know baby and I'm fucking horny ...oo, come to bed and fuck me while I tell you about Brenda and me." Brenda?"I had to turn away from her, the stench of stale booze and tobacco was very unpleasant."Yes Brenda, you remember!" Yeah I remember her all right, go to bed mum, you need to sleep it off."She shrugged the robe off and sat back on the sofa, parting her legs, she opened the. "Turn round and look at me", said Jill. Fuck, thought I, the bra model is better looking. Jill wasn't ugly, nor was she a stunner. She wore a white coat like mine, and flat shoes, had short black hair and a face full of freckles. But it was then I noticed her dark brown eyes. I was captivated. "wank that cock hard for me. I want to see your spunk on the floor", she demanded. I stared into those eyes and she watched my hand shake furiously back and forward along my eager length. It couldn't have. This was difficult to commit to when she had such a sketchy idea of what the Captain had in mind. It involved his cane, presumably, but she was not familiar with the effects of such an instrument and so could not predict how many strokes would be too many. A gurgle of terror from Tom’s throat precipitated her boldly forward. ‘Yes, Sir. I will consent to that.’ ‘You are a brave girl,’ said the Captain, one eyebrow raised. ‘For that I must give you credit. Well, Tom, it seems I am to show you. Today would be the day.Stephan loved watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with, and controlling fire and smoke. In his youth, he tried to play but was denied. He thought about the time his mother caught him melting crayons in the basement. She spanked him and made him cry, but that incident only helped to seal the friskiness and sexual playfulness attached to flame and smoke. At an early age, Stephan came to see; that.