That was more like it!‘Pull your arse cheeks apart, slut – show me your arsehole!’She did as I said, moving her hands to her bum cheeks, parting...them, and showing off her shy little anus. I smiled, and started to whip that as well, landing the end of the crop on her sensitive skin.Sam’s breathing quickened, and I could see her anal opening contract as the strokes landed.I stopped whipping, and started to use the Keeper at the end of the crop to play with her, teasing and tickling her anal. It had been his retreat when he’d wanted to be alone or needed to think, his father had always seemed to know when to stay away from his own library. Alessandro hoped the room could work its magic this morning. He needed an epiphany. He’d achieved clarity on a few things over the past few days. He no longer cared that Maisie had left him that morning in the motel without so much as a goodbye. Seeing her—talking with her, touching her, kissing her—had somehow allowed him to focus on that. An innate intimacy. And yet, in the end, her presence in their lives equals their biological mothers, and in some, especially the more adventurous, may even surpass it. And somehow, it seems inevitable that those are the ones who wish to accompany them. What surprises her most is her cousin’s acceptance of leaving the children actually closest to her behind.“I’m as proud of them for staying as you are of your little warrior nieces and nephews,” her cousin explains.“Between mother and homeland,. The vibrator was too loud, the bathroom was too smelly and hot, and I was far too sober to be okay with any of it. I got my stuff together and left the store horny and frustrated.I started driving towards my destination again and thought I would just have to tough this one out. I tried to talk myself down, telling myself that I would just wait until I got home. I tried so hard to believe myself and think about other things, but I couldn't; all I wanted to do was think about sex and make myself.