" I was just worried that my ... um, my penis might not be big enough," he said softly."Oh, don't worry about that, honey, just wait, I'm getting clos...r."I've never understood why guys worry so much about the size of their equipment, I had one guy years ago who's cock was smaller than Adam's is now but he sure knew how to use it. But he, too, seemed to obsess on it even though I kept telling him I was happy and satisfied.But I was getting closer. My young lover was so eager and loving, his. What you doing in the weeds?I knew what he was doing, but it was what people did on Cord Bayou. You just never assumed anything. One always asked.Juan: Why, I come to take you fishin Cher.Me: Juan what am I going to do with all the fish you catch? I can't eat them all.Juan: I'm gonna make you a partner. I'm gettin' too old to do this alone.He was right about that. He must have been eighty. I sure as hell hoped I was as sharp as him when I am eighty. If it weren't for the white hair and skin. It was starting to show some signs of wear, now, but the emblem on the front of it still glinted brightly in the light.She regarded it as her most treasured possession - the very first thing he gave to her when she first came...a year ago? Has it been that long? She thought back. Such a long time, and yet, very little had changed. She settled into the routine of her daily life of serving Sean. He had high expectations of her, and she was proud enough to say confidently that she met them, at. Sonja is crying freely now and telling Mistress Stormy how sorry she is for testing her. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.Now Sonja is crying freely but she has stopped fighting and she is limp across her Mistress's knee. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, Mistress Stormy is finished with her paddling now but Sonja's legs are too week for her to stand up yet so she lays across her knee crying until she is ready to get to her knees. And I have been masturbating during the whole paddling and now.