'One' you say after the first. 'Two, three, four, five.' I stop and look at what I've done to your ass. I see two distinct red hand prints on one side...of your ass and another on the far side. Pleased with my accuracy, I smile to myself and say, 'Does my slut wish to say anything to me?' 'Thank you, sir, for –' you cut off with a shriek as I resume my punishment of your ass. I give you a moment to collect yourself as you say, 'Six' around the gag, 'Seven, eight.' My rough calloused hand connects. Would you like to come inside and have a refreshment with me, maybe lemonade or iced tea?" I'd like that," I told her.We went inside her home and I sat down in her living room while she went to the kitchen to bring back the drinks. The house was furnished really nice. I could tell that the furniture was very expensive. After a few minutes, she returned with two glasses of lemonade, handed me one and sat down across from me."So, what can I do for you Mr. Ryan?"As I gazed at her, my mind was. He strokes me so patiently on my outer lips only on the outside of pussy but my juices are cooking inside and my pussy throbs By this time the bar is practically empty. It's probably close to 11 on a weeknight after all. He kisses my neck. I ask him halfway into my glass of wine if he would give me a ride home and that I can fetch my car tomorrow. He readily agrees and we make our way out into the night air. It's crisp out and the fresh air clears my head a bit. A very strong pang of panic. ...................The initial shock of what Mom said moments ago sent me reeling. COUSIN, what cousin I sat there thinking to myself ?Mom continued in a soft voice while looking straight ahead as if mesmerized and said "Cousins I should say..... she has a brother", then I saw her out the corner of my eye look nervously over at me then looked back out the windshield.I was sitting straight up then slumped back in my seat, looked over at Mom who seemed transfixed, then I looked behind me to my.