A full exchange would be so ... gay."How about a compromise then? Waist down?" she asked with a plea. Ihonestly didn't quite understand why she want...d to switch so badly."I'm just curious," She added at my hesitation. I recalled the skillshe seemed to demonstrate the other day when she ate out my pussy."Fine, I said, thinking this might be strange, but willing to give it atry."I concentrated on the switch and could feel the energies beingmarshaled throughout my body. I felt a tearing. But you might learn something, remember to count." His hand dealt me another stinging blow. I yelped again, and then said, meekly, "Two." "Mother, very good, you are learning." He continued, despite my constant protestations for him to stop. Sometimes I forgot to count, and he would hit me even harder, so I would not forget. He stopped at the count of sixty, although he had struck me well over that many, for the times I forgot to count. The tears were flowing, from the pain and the. Describe to me what you’re wearing. Kitty-Sue: Tonight’s ensemble included a sheer black see thru bra, which revealed a supple amount of tender cleavage and firm nipples. Matching ankle socks with little ruffles decorated the end of long legs that led to sheer, black, crotchless panties; allowing access to the soft, moist, tasty sweetness that awaits your touch.Her tantalizing description made me stir with desire. Deviant Dave: Mmm. That sounds absolutely delectable. Kitty-Sue: I guess I’ll. The lightning bolts were sizzling and cracking as they struck, and I was utterly terrified.Fleeing to my parent’s room I climbed into their bed and Mom held me as I shivered and shook, paralyzed by fear. Even my father was concerned that night. The storm finally began to abate, and as I gradually overcame my terror I became aware of the softness of my mother’s body as she held me, my face was against her breast, and my body was pressed tightly against hers, and as she stroked my hair murmuring.