Several hours later I was outside in the hot February night. I was hot, horny and looking for a distraction. I found it with a rangy, strawberry blond... haired boy I’ll call Josh. He was a second son to a large grazing family, and was at Uni to sow his wild oats before knuckling down to the family business. I figured some of his oats could be sown in me! He was a little drunk, but still capable of turning the charm on me. In minutes we were locked in a sweaty, sexy embrace. His expert lips were. You can kiss that five hundred goodbye. I suppose he's taken off for parts unknown," I guessed."I don't know. I'm not seeing him any more, not since before we talked. I feel like such a fool. I had a good thing with you and I ruined it."I didn't have a come-back for that. I don't know what would have happened if Joanna hadn't shown up. Then again, I don't know what would have happened if I was still going with Merilee when she did show up. Probably just as well I didn't have to worry about. “Oh my God,” someone shouted. The leather strands of the martinet had raised some lovely whip marks. The girl sobbed, a lovely sound to those watching. Greta traced the lines she’d caused with the martinet, squeezing and massaging the child’s bottom for a good few moments, under the pretext of soothing away the pain. There was a rustling of clothing and the sound of heavy breathing, as the guests discreetly masturbated.Then, without warning Greta raised the martinet again and whipped it down. I bent down and gave her a hug. She said she was going to borrow my shaving cream and go take a bath before we got started. When she left, I checked my phone for more messages from Arlene and I wasn’t disappointed. “hell yes baby, and I want you to cum wherever you want tonight. I will do whatever you want, Momma’s gonna be a good girl” I was taken back by her forwardness and the use of the word momma. I was so disappointed when I met her and now I think this fuck toy may be the best thing I’ve.