She began to rub the soap, with both hands around her tits, massaging, squeezing and teasing herself as she did, running her hands up her long slender...neck, and back over her shoulders and roundness of her cleavage, closing her eyes she let her hand drop down her belly to her smooth mound, soap suds following her fingers as she slid her fingers over her swollen clit. Letting out a soft moan she rubbed softly enjoying the tight feeling, slipping one finger inside her tight hole she rubbed her. “Yes Miss Cook. I’ll get your money back to you as soon as I can,” Ellie said frantically. Katherine Linda Cook smiled and said softly “I know you will, sweetie.” With that, Katherine took the strap back behind her left shoulder and paused momentarily, before bringing it swishing through the air, landing painfully across Ellie’s quivering bottom. “One!” Katherine announced sternly. Ellie struggled to stay in position, but any thoughts of moving were immediately dispelled as stroke two. "Mom, If you don't want to talk abou..." I started."No, I think I need to. Bobby I know its been puzzling you. My acceptance of you and your sister's relationship. I could accept it because, I had sex with my brother when I was your age." But Mom," Sandy interrupted. "Its not the same. He raped you!" No he didn't, at least not when it started. You see we grew up on a farm. When the next nearest family lives 2-3 miles down the road, things are different." My brother Robert and I were about a. In fact, he did not ever, in her knowing, step over the line, or else he knew he would suffer at home come bedtime! Mary though was as far opposite as could be, though in her case it was reluctantly… she was in charge, of the small holding her a****ls and Gerald, though she itched to be controlled or dominated, unfortunately her husband was not the man for that sort of a lifestyle. Gerald her husband of ten years now, was a reluctantly controlled, you couldn’t call him a dom having been.