If you lose count, you’ll have to start from one again. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered between sobs.Then she felt the paddle ag...in. “One, thank you Mistress, May I have another?” she cried.The next one hit her opposite cheek, “two, thank you Mistress, May I have another?”Then the first cheek again, “three, thank you Mistress, may I have another?”It went like this and she did not lose count for all forty hits with the paddles, and they were not light hits either. Her little ass. And over the next four hours they told of how they knew who he was and when he would become the new Santa Klaus. They told john that since he was the only one left of his line. John then asked them how they knew that he had an uncle named, Cater Klaus.Bryan, told of his father, Samuel, being the brother of Cater Klaus, and the now former Santa Klaus. He told of how they had, had a big fight about the only girl they both loved. Samuel and Meryta who were in love with each other, had left the. But when she did, she turned to Tom asked him if she'd gone out."Thomas? Where's your Aunt Jane?" His Mom asked from the kitchen, a tinge of concern in her voice."Um, I'm not sure, Mom. She left for that job interview this morning, and I haven't seen her since." Tom replied nervously. He was starting to fear that his sexual encounter with his Aunt had caused her to freak out in some way after she'd left. He didn't want his Mom to know that he'd taken advantage of her crazy sister."Really?. And I didn't want to cum just yet. I wanted to feel her body's grip on my cock, I wanted to marinate in the ejaculate of however many men had preceded me into that very public cunt that evening.Let me digress. Do not be shocked that this story refers to a prostitute who is letting johns fuck her without a condom. This story took place some years ago, back before AIDS raised its ugly head and before newspapers and TV began to use it as an excuse to write and speak about things such as 'vaginal.