We headed into the kitchen, and I made a pot of coffee. Once it was done, George and I made our cups and moved to the deck. He took a seat on one of t...e lounge chairs. I pulled another right next to his and then moved in close. With our legs touching, I raised mine over his and pulled his slightly apart."That's nice," George whispered.Setting my cup on the ground, I moved my hand to his flaccid penis. As a man, I knew the tricks to bring one to life and patiently used all of them as he slowly. That’s the best place you could be. That little lip of skin, is just as sensitive as your quivering clit down below. Lick it for me, but only for a little while. Otherwise I may shoot my load all over you . . . in just a few minutes, but we want this to last longer don’t we?” She backed her face away for a few seconds and nodded but then went back to wolfing his stiff cock. Soon she had coated the entire head with her saliva, twirling her tongue around and around. . The person on the other side of the door, her step mother, was not commenting on the weather. Snow was the woman’s name, Snow White to be exact. She was given this name by her father who had passed away. He was the King of their Kingdom and now she lived with her step mother. Snow was a very attractive girl. She had long black hair that stopped just above her round butt. She had a small waist and fair skin, not to mention two beautiful large breasts that were perky with nipples that were always. She was going to finish her bet being caned on her thighs. I told her this and she gave me a look of happiness for my mercy. She was grateful to receive two cane strokes for every one of the whip strokes left. I knew that she was more than capable to take the punishment as this was her favorite thing to be done to her. Her thighs were welted from the cane and I could see drops of excitement falling from her cunt lips. Having no concern for her branded ass cheek, battered pussy lips or welted.