I cannot contain my tears. The anticipation, the fear, the tension of these past few days, since Paul told me "You have an appointment with Mr. Marsha...l on Thursday" have caught up with me, on seeing the whip.I am to be whipped mercilessly, until all of my body is covered with red stripes. And for what? No one who cares is here to see my pain; no one will see me struggle. Not even Paul, who is away for a meeting. By the time he comes back, all the marks will be gone. I cry and cry. Parker lets. He started to kiss me shoving his tongue in my mouth, still rubbing my leg. I started rubbing on his cock through hi pants. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. He said do you want suck my cock, oh yea I replied. I undone his belt and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock. It was about 8 in. and thick. I knelt down in front of him and put my lips on the head of his cock and started licking the head. I then started licking up and down his shaft, kissing and licking all over. To make matters worse…Sam walked in the room and instinctively I found myself assessing my son. Not as my son…but as a hard, young man in need of a good fucking.At almost eighteen, Sam was already over six feet tall, very athletic, and the bulge in the front of his jeans led me to think he was well endowed too.Against my best efforts to shake off my illicit thoughts, I could feel the juices flow within my cummy cunt.Twenty minutes later, in the shower, I exploded with a violent orgasm as my. They seemed to take long pauses between activities to huddle and talk, and when they encountered something new or unexpected, they seemed to stop in their tracks, as if they had to reach some kind of consensus before taking any further action. They were more egalitarian than a Borealan pack, for example, or a military unit. There was no clear leader, at least as far as he could tell. The one who had taken off its helmet was the most vocal and the bravest, it was that one that interacted with.