Her place was a converted old livery barn behind the old farmhouse off of 10 mile, like a fairy tale large windows in the 2 lower apartments and 2 up...er with stairway shared, mother in law place. her place was a cozy downstairs on the right. C said we could just layback and nosh, drink some wine and smoke a joint , we did and I ended up staying the night , we sucked and fucked eachother for hours but I didn't really cum , C's legs trembled and she couldn't walk well for awhile, we fell asleep. But as it unfolds, he adds his own sub-plot, changing my tale to suit his desires.Then, I write about it and share it with you...He sat in the living room, on a Saturday evening. It was dark and cold outside and we had nothing planned. As I finished reading the paper, I remembered a phone call from earlier in the day - one that had reminded me of how special he is, that guy sitting in the living room.Engrossed in the latest book of a series by his favorite author, he didn't notice as I snuck. Each morning starts with her sucking my cock until I either instruct her to cease or to continue to completion. Every time I come in her mouth she swallows all my spunk. If for any reason she has been sloppy and soiled the sheet through failing to swallow all or allowing her to drool from a sloppy blow job, she receives an immediate two dozen hard swipes from a riding crop I keep beside the bed.Additionally, every morning she also receives a milder whipping of 100 strokes from the riding crop. The wind plays a song for her that only she can hear, and she walks out further to where the water is above her waist and it is pulling her forwards. She looks one last time to the shore and she sees him there bent over her cell phone. He straightens up and he has her phone in his hands. He looks out towards the water seeing her, and then he puts the phone in his pocket as he turns to walk away. After all his new sub was waiting for him and she wanted a cell phone anyways and now he doesn’t.