"She's gone to get a coffee" He sounded un-reliable and rushed. I pulled down his trousers. He was so hard under his pants. He felt so big as I strok...d him. His underwear still on. My C cup breasts flopped out as he un-did my bra effortlessly. At seventeen years old, he was good; I felt pretty amazed. My boyfriend of 27 years still struggles to get it off. Using his big hands he began to caress my core through my undies, stroking and stroking. Rotating his hands faster as I rubbed myself. ”Jason smiled, Eva having already told him about aunt Betty’s will and Eva’s fear that her mother would do her best to relieve Eva of her inheritance.No one could call the phone conversation a warm, friendly family one, more just functional, and after only a couple of minutes the call ended.Jason decided that he should do his duty as well and he too phoned home.His phone call was a lot warmer with him talking to each of his parents and his brother and sister.Duty done, and coffee drunk, Jason. Her sub-conscious raced at the thoughts of reaching down and touching them, feeling their heat, texture, and weight. Caressing them gently, regardless of the species they belonged to or how perverse and unnatural an act that would be. She awoke several times throughout the night, bathed in sweat and her body heat soaring, resisting the urge to masturbate and relieve her pent up fantasies, since her husband was lying only a foot away. But each time the woman gained sleep again, the images of the. The whistle of a whip as it carves though the air and the crack as it reaches its terminus of her lush hind quarters. An all powerful urgency to hear a cane hiss its way to savage her form, incising those delectable lines that will remind her for days of the punishment she endured. Experiencing the agony of the cloverleafs pulling, encircling her nipples. The torment of them constricting more and more. Fear and anticipation of the ache that will come after they are removed as the blood rushes.