’ He once again tenses, how could I have gotten it wrong? That is his name after all. ‘No Alison. Not Sir, Master or Mr Wonderland. David, and jus... David.’ The carriage goes silent after his words. He expects me to refer to him by David? That just seems so taboo. The women always refer to their husband formally. David seems to read my mind. ‘Alison, if that discomforts you then you mustn’t worry about calling me David. However there shall be no ‘Sirs’ or ‘Masters’, unless you are playing. She opened the door to the cupboard and took out a hook-ended senior cane, and said in rather a demanding tone, "Now for the hairbrush.” Moments later Lucy was at her dressing table and opened a drawer and took out a really heavy wooden-backed paddle hairbrush, and was getting excited as she always did when about to spank and cane one of the young men she brought home.“I’ll hold the hairbrush for you, Lucy,” Amy said and took it out of Lucy’s hand. After a moment she said, “This really looks. “You finally remember! Thank the great power!”I could only shake my head sadly, “some yes, though not very much. I remember how to heal, how to shield not much beyond that. In remember releasing you from pops, I...” I was suddenly struck silent as I remembered pops with two shadows around him. A look of horror came across my face as I whispered, “father!”Mother ran to me as huge tears started to fall from my face. How could I have forgotten about him! “It’s alright Toman he knows. When you are. Although they did not know it, Pat's cries did disturb Cyril, but in his drunken state, he just snorted, turned over, and went back to sleep.They fucked on and on and Pat kept cumming and they were both sweating as Ian felt himself about to ejaculate. They were slamming together particularly violently and the chair was creaking when Ian's penis started spurting and as he groaned and Pat shouted, "Oh shit!" a chair leg broke and they collapsed on top of the crumpled chair with Ian still cumming.