I think Jess was relieved when I laughed, as her expression abruptly changed from embarrassment to that of calmness, and then she started laughing too... I backed up to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe laughing. I cut off my laughing long enough to announce, “Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go! You done now?”Jess, always the jokester, responded, “I’m not sure, wait a second!” And then she scrunched up her face like she was constipated and pushing out her ass with all. Again there was a flash, I realised at last what it was, someone was taking pictures of my nakedness and it could only be one person. Carl, my step father!The thought sent waves of lasciviousness crashing through my still alcohol flooded and sex swamped brain. I reflexively squeezed my legs together causing a jolt of pleasure in my clit. I needed to see him. Needed to see his arousal as he captured images of my sex. Maybe he was stroking his long hard cock as he did it?I moved my legs together. As I dressed, I found myself subconsciously looking for clothes that would make me look young and attractive. When I selected the knickers, for some reason I gravitated to my old school, plain white knickers. It wasn’t me getting dressed – it was an alter ego, perhaps a former self.As I pulled the knickers up and they made contact with my punished bum, I was suddenly, once again, made aware of the cane’s ridges. My bum felt like it had swollen to a brand new dimension, and the knickers pressing. He and his wife were black and he said that most black women didn’t enjoy sucking cock and that all the blowjobs he had gotten in the past had been from white women. I boasted that my wife liked sucking my cock. I should have left it at that, but I went on to say that I could understand why she liked doing it because I had also enjoyed sucking my very best friend’s very big cock. His wife, Susan, walked into the kitchen at that point so we quickly changed the subject. About a week later, my.