She was completely spread eagle with everything wide open for inspection, or so it seemed. This was only part of the reason. Her Master was to get his...first glimpse of her in this position. George asked if she had ever been whipped before. With terror in her voice she said never. Well you will get used to it, as it is a daily ritual with your master. She couldn’t believe what she heard. She had no idea what to expect, her old master never mentioned or tried it on her. If he had, things may. My gaze flickered to Mom's bare breasts, and I shivered at the sudden realization that I wanted to taste her nipples -- wanted to feel them stiffen in my mouth. My mother and I stared at one another for a small eternity, our faces burning, then her eyes drifted shut. I understood. Maybe she didn't want me to do this thing, maybe she did -- but like me, she was unable to stop it from happening. I slowly leaned forward, my lips grazing her nipple. Then my tongue trailed slowly over her skin,. He’s gone to uni all the way up north and I’m down here.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘I’d rather go to uni with my brother than him, you see.’ I just didn’t even… this guy. He was weird but funny, awkward and easy to talk to at the same time. ‘So why are you studying this?’ he asked. ‘… It’s fascinating,’ I replied. ‘Yeah, it is. People are fascinating.’ He glanced around the view of the room, then looked back to me. ‘You’re the opposite to me, aren’t you? Pefer to sit at the back and watch, while I want to meet. It was a beautiful night, perfect for sitting outside. Most of the tables were taken, so I struck up a conversation with a couple that were sitting off to the side. Their names were Mike and Dianna, an attractive married couple in good shape, white and probably in their early 40's. They invited me to grab a seat and hang out, so I did. He looked a bit like a biker, shaved hear with a goatee. He was wearing a Harley t-shirt and jeans, but in spite of his slightly intimidating appearance he.