But all hail my mom, she was adamant that I won’t stay alone, so here comes the day, my mom and dad happily went to trip and my torture begins. My a...nt was timid in front of my mom, but not in front of me. She was the clever little one which I got to know in the upcoming week.My aunt was going to reside in guest room which is in the same floor as mine, so she would pass by my room and have a peak inside whenever she can, which I didn’t feel awkward at first. My normal schedule stared, classes,. Even as he defiled her, she couldn't stop loving him. She still loved him as any mother would love her son, but there was a new, dark side to her love for him. It was as if her love for him was mutating even as she looked up at him. Her motherly love for him was the same, but she could feel herself falling in love with him as a man. As he held himself inside her, violating her inner sanctity and touching her breasts so softly and gently, she felt herself falling in love with him as her lover.. I was about to reach for the rope when she spoke.“Wu-Wu ... One!” she sobbed. I hadn’t asked her to count, but dutifully, she’d kept the practice up. I watched the red line appear on each breast, marking where she’d been hit and somehow I found the will to make her keep counting. Five and then ten and then twenty. I caned her across the tits and the back and the ass and the backs of her legs. I stopped and put the cane away, turning the Wand up to high and listening to her moan softly. I came. Os meus Patrões, eram excelentes, a empresa hoje já não existe fruto da crise, e emigraram para o Canadá, mas na altura existia muito trabalho, pois era o florescer da construção civil, obras publicas etc, tudo a aproveitar os fundos comunitários, havia muita gente a trabalhar na empresa logo muitas encomendas, muita actividade. A minha Patroa de nome Luísa, era uma bela Cavalona, apesar de ja estar nos seus 36/37 anos de idade, os meus colegas de trabalho, principalmente os rebarbados.