Well it wouldn’t look good would it?” “We could take the drink up to my room,” he said. Sandra was silent for a moment. “Just the one,”...she replied. She saw a smile light up his face. A few minutes later they were back in his room and he was opening a bottle of sparkling wine. “I am only staying for the one,” she told him as he handed her a glass. Sandra sat down on the dressing table chair and he sat down on the bed. There was an uneasy silence between them for a few minutes. “So that. " I grimaced. The specter of my family was still hanging over my head, even though I'd cut all ties with them.My cell rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. I groaned as I answered it. "What do you want, Mrs. Bannister?" I asked with bitterness born from years of being shit on. I refused to call her Mom anymore."Justin, I'm still your mother." She said in her Guilt Trip voice."Not the way you've ever acted since Patrick was born. Well, I hope you're happy with your Golden Child, because the. "Master, this slave asks that you demonstrate your mastery of whips using this slave's body. You have whipped this body before, as part of your training, and now this slave asks that you whip it again as a demonstration for the man that this slave loves. This slave offers itself to you for whatever form of punishment or pleasure you decide to inflict." She lowered her eyes again, and I was glad of that so she wouldn't see the horrified expression on my face.It took me a moment to regain my. I was in no mood for a foreplay. I wore a condom for which she said that she had undergone a family planning operation and that it was safe but I did not want to take any risk. I sat next to her and unhooked her blouse. I wanted to take it off but she resisted saying she does not like becoming nude. I slowly lifted her bra cups and started devouring those lovely melons.I slowly pushed her face towards my dick anticipating a blow but she refused saying she does not like it. I didn’t want to.