But judging from the items the woman unpacked from her duffle bag, Derrick was certain the Angel part of her name would be open for debate.The first i...em out of the bag was a riding crop. He'd seen them before and he knew what it was used for – on horses. He also knew there was no way in hell he could smack an animal with it, let alone a person. Next came a series of paddles and a whip with several long strands running from the handle.A gag with something resembling a pair of chain attachments. I didn't see that as an omen of how my trip to get Ronnie's skates was going to go.But I should have.Ronnie had given me the rundown on her mother, one Madeline Wilkenson, formerly Madeline Powers. It hadn't been easy getting the information. You might get some idea of that from her initial response to: "So, tell me about your mother."The level to which their relationship had sunk was revealed clearly. Her answer had been succinct, if not quite a term that would be approved by the literary. Upon arrival I realized Dante was upset. This in turn bothered me because Dante typically had endless patience and a calm, relaxed demeanor. I asked what was wrong, as he paced back and forth around his bedroom. He told me his mother and step father were fighting again and that it was only a matter of time before they moved out. This revelation made my heart sink, what would I do if I couldn’t spend the time with Dante that I’d become accustomed to? Since he was still pacing, and beginning to. Slowly but surely I massaged her firm buns and moved up her body, my throbbing penis now resting between her legs, with its engorged head nudging against her labia. As I continued my massaging she gave up all pretence of sleeping and started to lift her ass and move it back onto my groin, if I didn't act now it would be too late. I shifted and took aim, then without any warning plunged my throbbing gristle into her warm welcoming pussy. She gasped and grunted as I applied my whole weight up to.