Ken pulled out the next pair of boots with high heels and up the front of them. He had to undo the laces in order fo put the boots on Beth so while he...was doing this Beth asked him his age. He admitted to just being 18 and that his parents owned the store but were away so he was here taking care of business. At the same time he was unlacing the boots, telling his story and making sure he got a good look at Beths pussy she slowly moved her bare foot up to his crotch and started to rub his hard. 'What, not yet?' I exclaimed, pretending to misunderstand her. 'Must I give you another turn?' and I raised the whip as if to commence again.'No, no!' she cried in genuine terror, 'I'll be good!''Then lie still and behave yourself,' I replied, throwing the whip away into a corner of the room.From a drawer I took a pot of cold cream. Alice who was fearsomely watching every movement of mine, cried in alarm: 'Jack, what are you going to do to me? ... oh tell me!' My only response was to commence. I'm going to have to tell you to stop, you know, you're getting your mother all excited and she might do something naughty then herself. You might even give her an orgasm. That would be very naughty, now, wouldn't it? A horny son giving his mommy a lovely orgasm with his wonderful tongue? That would be so naughty. But nice."I knew that was exactly what I wanted to do. I'd thought lots about blow jobs and hand jobs and fucking but it was always about what I would get out of it. I'd really never. I collapsed in a heap in the middle of my living room floor.Madame Charlotte stood over me, and then spoke. “David, you have been punished and now have a chance to redeem yourself. You have five minutes to get your shit together, and then meet us in the dining room.”Without another word, all three of them got up and went to the dining room where I had wine already poured and waiting for them. I stayed down for a minute or two dealing with the pain and trying to catch my breath. Somehow I.