“Errr, Mistress.”“Well done, Slut,” her voice now soft and almost affectionate. Her hand once more stroked my bottom softly easing away the st...ng from the smacks.++++++++++From across the room I viewed Slut’s discomfort with amusement and delighted in her lack of response as the sound of the two smacks echoed round the room. I knew from the past that those were not light and playful taps. When she was made to name us I smiled. Her hesitancy and awkwardness were a delight. So, for today I was to. I know a little bed-and-breakfast whereI've stayed before. It's only a few minutes from here."By that time I was so mellow that it sounded marvelous. He checked us inand then we smiled at each other. Standing in the middle of the tinyroom, I let Gerhard undress me, peeling off the skin-tight Lycra slowly,carefully, sensuously. I had no idea why I let him touch me, but I did.And he did. No questions were asked.His fingers caressed my breasts, gently circling around my nipples anddown my abdomen.. It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together. Because we started on Lush, masturbation has always been a mainstay of our relationship. It was the first “sex” we ever had; I recorded an audio file of a masturbation session just for Marissa and e-mailed it to her. While I had masturbated in front of partners before,. The little one promptly slurped at the treat as her mother sat opposite me. “Thank you.” She held out a hand. “I’m Kat. I used to work here. This is Aibhilin,” she pronounced it ‘Aveleen’. I’ve always been fascinated by names and their origins.“Is that Irish, spelt A I B H I L I N?” I asked, and she smiled warmly.“It is!”“Well, hello. I’m Graham,” I said, squeezing the extended hand gently.The little girl slurped her milkshake. “Grame,” she pronounced. “Wri’er.”I raised an eyebrow at her.