You’re perfect, That’s sounds really tacky doesn’t it?’ Jenny smiled. ‘No one’s perfect, Zak.’ ‘No, I didn’t think that, but from wh...re I’m sitting if you’re not the closest then who is?’ He gazed at her. ‘You’re stunning, you look good enough to eat.’ Jenny looked at him for a moment, then carefully placed her drink on the table. He’d gone too far. It would end with a polite goodnight and that would be that. She edged forward, towards Zak, the movement hitching up her already short skirt,. SWISH! CRACK!The thin straps striped her mother's rump with dozens of red lines. Her mother's back arched. Her auburn hair danced around her head as she whimpered and groaned, that throaty sound of a slut who loved being punished. Mrs. Armstrong wiggled her hips.She didn't retreat.I drew back my arm and swung the flail.SWISH! THUD!The thick straps landed heavily on the woman's rump. She jumped and gasped. Her back arched. Her arms bound behind her pulled against the ropes. She made this amazing. Then she handed him one of her nylon nightgowns and told himto put that on also. He shrugged his shoulders and let it fall overhis head. It was tight on him also. She said it was time for their nightcap. She went first to thekitchen where she fixed a hot chocolate for both of them. He sippedhis hot chocolate and decided to wait until morning to try to gether back to her senses. As they were getting set to get into bed he noticed she didn'tgive him his usual kiss. He thought about the fact. And if I draw her singlet to her neck, I can kiss her breasts. Better; I can suckle her nipples, softly now but firm later. I can gently nip the firm buds of her nipple, too, feeling their urgency. A gently moan escapes her lips, and I place a finger to her lips for quiet; there are, after all, light sleepers barely four metres away. Her breasts, her nipples, the flat of her stomach; they all beg to be kissed, and I respond to their need.A new smell pervades our bed. It is the scent of arousal,.