They asked him more questions, I guess because he was identified as the one who handed the clerk the money. I guess they believed him. When our parent... finally got there, frantic after having been alerted by the concierge that (at least) I was in police custody, and then having found my clothes scattered on the bed there was some shouting, but nobody else got cuffed.Then began the long, convoluted and painful process of explaining things. I must admit that, from my vantage point, years later. I double up the belt with my right hand and then raise it above my hand and land it across your bottom. I take a deep breath and then repeat the same thing. The belt hisses through the air until it SMACKS across your ass. I shift the position of my arm so that I can focus the bight of the belt (the part that is bent) on the left side of your ass. I smack the belt against it with sharp quick hits. I then repeat the same on the right side of your ass. Sharp quick hits. By this point, your. Then looked at him and smiled. I started to clean his semen from his member, licking up to the head and then took it into my mouth and started to suck his semi-flaccid penis. He held my head as I slowly sucked it back to life. After a few minutes it started become engorged, and grew until it nearly filled my mouth. I removed it briefly and licked and nibbled the glans and carefully licked the drops of pre-cum as they formed. I lowered my head on to his now rampant cock and used my hand to. It was good, but kind of fruity. Mom loved to cook though and she was good at it.She was good at all that motherly stuff and I seriously couldn't imagine Michael getting anywhere with her. I mean, she's married; the whole idea was like ... I don't know, as far out there as if Michael had told me he could fly like Superman. I mean, it's a no brainer and just a joke. That's why I was so totally relaxed. The only thing I was worried about was dealing with my mom after she kicked him out. It would.