Mr Burgess’s reflection looks over the railing and waves to someone in the street.Damn. Mr Burgess has a visitor. Show-time is over.I turn and loo... over the balcony. A little sporty looking car has pulled up and a woman is walking towards Mr Burgess’ apartment block. She looks small; neatly dressed in a black skirt and a black shirt or sweater. I watch her pert figure as she heads into the building. Mr Burgess has disappeared from his balcony.So, Mr Burgess has a woman. A very. ” For almost a year, I had been making her wait for her orgasm. She was getting better at controlling her orgasms and almost never climaxed without permission. I could count, on one hand, the number of times that I had punished her. I had given her that first spanking when she was eleven and it was three months before I pushed her over the edge again. The second punishment was, as promised, more severe. I took her to the basement and attached a three foot spreader bar between her. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong she wore, pulling the thin strand of material from between her cheeks. Feeling the material move to one side she pulled his hardness to her tight opening, lifting her leg a little. He pinched harder on her nipple as he felt the warm skin of her lips against his hard, sensitive tip. He pushed his hips forward as her hand guided him between her lips until he could feel the wetness inside. As she felt him penetrate her tight. Andy was laying in her bed, his head propped up on his right hand as he thumbed through a magazine. He was still naked. His beautiful ass was shining in the reflected sunlight peeking in through the curtains. Amanda walked in and sat next to her son, behind him. He didn't turn around. "What are you reading." she said as she mindlessly started caressing her younger son's ass."Some magazine." Andy clearly didn't care what his mother wanted. Amanda found it deeply insulting and it turned her on..