It'll take practice, but we've got all day."Sophie, carrying an icebox containing drinks and sandwiches, went with Al and the two hunters to the jetty...where the old wooden launch was secured. There was a boathouse nearby and through the door that opened onto the lake she could make out the hull of a small sailing dinghy stacked against the wall. She could see no mast or rigging but there were oars with rowlocks attached. Sophie had taught Priscilla how to sail when her daughter was much younger. At least I know the truth.__________________________________________________It's 12:15 already and there isn't the usual clear-out of people fromthe office at lunchtime.At least I was able to finalise all the arrangments for Friday'sphotoshoot.Jenny is out at a meeting with some prospective clients I go in to heroffice and leave some papers for her to sign. While I'm in there I takethe opportunity to sit and then lie down on her office couch to calm mynerves a little.I'm basically just relying. The pleasure surged down my shaft. My pussy clenched at the heat that rippled down to my twat.My cunt drank in the passion. The pleasure rippled through my body as she sucked. I pulled on her hairpins. Her blonde hair fell loose to her shoulders, transforming her face even more. Softening it as she stared up at me in worship.“That’s it, slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, clean off all your juices from my cock.” I glanced at Mom and then I reached behind her head and unbuckled her ring gag.She shuddered as. "?"Did youlike it?"?"No,Mistress."?"That's notwhat Jenny told me. She said that the last time she whipped your preciouslittle cunt you came so hard that you almost passed out. Is that true,slut?"?"..."?"I asked, isthat true?"?"Yes,Mistress."?"So you liedto me when you said you didn't like getting your pussy whipped."?"No,Mistress. It hurt so bad."?"You likebeing hurt, though, don't you?"?"Yes,Mistress."?"Say it."?"I likebeing hurt."?"And?"?"... Ilike it when my Mistress hurts my slutty.