.. Mom!My breath short, I open my eyes, reluctantly dispensing with the fantasy. My dick, however, is not so quick to forget, and remains iron-hard......pulsating in my hand... Dammit, dammit, dammit!Why is it always her?This is hardly the first time I've tried to wank my problem away. Every time I start to touch myself, to relieve the pressure in my balls, she keeps creeping in... Her face, her body, her voice... they creep into my imagination, eating away at any fantasty I try to erect... her. John ordered her upstairs to wait for him in his study. To take off all her clothes below her waist. To be quiet and face the corner. He needed to calm down. He wouldn't punish her while he was angry. John arrived shortly afterwards and sat in his big armchair by the window. He called her over. She would d**** herself over his knees to receive his correction. John would tip his knee slightly and remind her not to kick and not to throw her hands back. John started rhythmically spanking that. “If you aren’t the Cripple’s lover, then you must be his new priestess. What is the name you go by Brimstone Swallower?”“Strife, Lady Strife.” Aaanddddd the crowd goes silent♪. The Russe man pushed the customs agent behind him hoping that he only had to outrun the slowest.The verbal assaults between the two escalated for thirty-seven more minutes, Very public, Very loud. Very little could be repeated to anyone under the age of 21, or to fisherman’s wives, truck drivers, drill instructors or. I don’t know who she is. I’ll try and find out. Margot Keller might be interested in me though.”“Okay,” said Mrs Clarke in a resigned voice. “I’ll look into her.”“You need to get the duster out occasionally,” she told me half an hour later. “The place is generally neat and tidy, but dust is starting to accumulate.”I just nodded. Housework was harder work than I had ever expected it to be.“How are you getting on generally? No problems with money yet?”I shook my head, telling her about all the.