His eyes were transfixed on their tight young exposed bodies as they started hitting the ping pong ball to one another. Jasmine had her back to us fir...t, and Joe couldn’t take his eyes off her little ass in that g-string: her butt was flat enough that when she bent over to receive the serve, her tight dark shit-hole was clearly visible behind the string. Joe was breathing deeply, and I noticed a prominent bulge underneath his swim trunks.Vina was a better ping-pong player, and whenever she. I'm glad to know that you're healthy and normal."I answered "Whatever" finished milking my penis with Mom still standing there, threw the tissues in the trash and turned to get dressed. I found, however, that I was enjoying being naked in front of my mother. So I dressed slowly, leaving my underwear and pants for the very last. I pulled on my T-shirt, then taking my time finding and picking up my socks, I hopped up on the exam table and carefully put them on one at a time. As I raised my right. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white sleeveless roll-neck top that showed off her shape to good effect. I couldn’t see her eyes behind her big tortoiseshell sunglasses. “It is very hot, isn’t it?” I offered. “Certainly is.” she replied. “I've been shopping all morning.” There was a pause. “Retail therapy.” “Pardon?” “Retail therapy.” she smiled. “You know—cheaper than therapy. Especially when I use my husband’s credit card.” “Oh.” The penny dropped. “Sorry—just not heard the term. After the second sarcastic comment, he stopped smiling. The third time he told me to stop, but I didn’t seem to know how. It was almost like self mutilation. As if each pass of the knife across my thigh could somehow drown the earlier hurt. Somewhere between my third and fifth observation, Wolf told me that he would spank me if I didn’t stop. I either didn’t believe him, or was too distraught to care, I can’t remember which, but I know I couldn’t seem to stop making ugly comments, hurting.