As for the paddle if you use it on my back, avoid the spine. Everywhere is is goodStart on my arse thenI leaned over the arm of the leather chair in t...e corner of my bedroomMichael swished his flogger through the air inches from my arseTen strokes now please Michael. He started the first. The flogger coming down on my arse hard but not too hard Thud. Two, slightly harderAnother thud, this time a little more forceful. My boy continued to flog my arse increasing the force ever so slightly with. Her eyes fluttered shut as her hips began to buck, forcing his fingers to go deeper inside her. See? You like that. Dont act like you dont when I feel how wet your cunt is. Mmm, you needed your pussy filled didnt you? Fuck youre soaked! You like it when I treat you like a slut, mommy? Hmmm? Lisa was desperately thrusting her groin onto her sons hand now, her moans falling from her mouth and filling the air. Answer me, Jacob ordered sternly as his free hand went and tweaked one of his mothers. His cock was fully erect at a large 10” and almost looked like it was pulsing. I couldn’t resist my wandering hands and moved them up his thighs. I could hear his breathing pick up. He wanted me even more. I kissed around his hips slowly, purposefully avoiding his raging dick. I began to kiss gently up his shaft moving closer to the head. I played with his balls a little in my hands, as I licked his dick. I pushed the hair out of my face open my mouth wide and pushed my head down his dick. My. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..