The daily whippings she gave me with the riding crop I bought her tookher time to begin to enjoy but she grew to relish the sight of the weltsshe made...when she brought the crop down hard on my ass. The ritualmorning cup of her golden nectar that she watched me drink with devotionbecame a daily necessity in her life and affirmed my commitment to her.She grew to love the feel of my tongue as it licked her rosebud cleanevery day and sometimes would insist I would continue until she used herfingers. “I was touching my naughty places. Will you fuck my mouth and teach me to be a good girl for you?” Oh yes oh yes you fucking whore was the only response I got before he grabbed my hair by the ponytail on top and shoved his cock deep down my throat. The suddenness made me gag a little and Courtney said, “take it all you whore, you suck daddy’s cock.” The man in Courtney was out and the sweet widower was no where in sight, good. Courtney got my head into a rhythm bobbing up and down on his cock. She proved herself to be a competent worker, and we sort of got along. She had gotten married, the guy was rather handsome. Not that I would date either of them. She liked to bowl and hunt, rode a motorcycle. There was a conversation about her tattoos one day. My thought was ‘If the good lord wanted me to be covered with different colors and designs, he would have put them there. She always took time off the attend The Westminster Dog Show, I did not have the balls to ask if she was entered or. . but I really haven't had sex. But at your age?" My age? What the hell do you mean my age? Do you think that people stop having or liking sex as they get older? I can see that I am going to have to educate you on the subject of sex." Mary, I'm sorry. I really don't know anything about sex and I guess I just thought as you get older that maybe the drive would... oh I don't know, dry up I guess."Mary sat fully up and starred at me. "Robby let me give you an analogy. If you like people being nice.