I was a slut and a whore. Men and women used my body like it was a piece of meat ... and I guess it was. I had a whole range of imitation emotions I t...rned on and off. Now I have you. Pete, I wouldn't even let myself dream of getting out of the business before I met you. The idea of ever getting married — let alone to someone as wonderful as you — never occurred to me. Darling, I'm in Heaven ... and I don't think I've even died."Pete continued to idly run his fingertips over her body. "Pete,. Each time she raised the brush and delivered a blow, his cock pushed more hotly into the soft flesh of her legs, now rock-hard and throbbing insistently.A curious mixture of emotions was wracking his teenage body. He cried out, "No! Mother--no!" But he didn't really want her to stop. There was too much pleasure in what she was doing.Laura, too, was experiencing some strange emotions. She was justifying the spanking by telling herself it was for her son's own good, but she realized that she was. No one wanted to damage what they thought was an exceptionally high-quality suit, though he was more than happy to share hugs and more, dressed just as they were in jeans and a T-shirt (furry branded, of course) and a grey hoodie that he’d lent to Tabby the other night. It still smelled a little bit like her, the fruity spice of the perfume that she dabbed at her neck.“Are you ever going to tell us where you got this suit?” A guy that he didn’t know, though had seen in passing, said, rocking. I rolled her over so I could be on top. I kissed down her neck, down her chest, and started kissing her nipples. She grabbed a handful of my hair, encouraging me to keep going.I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, swirling it in circles with my tongue. I took my finger and played with the other nipple while I continued sucking. She was moaning and even arching her back a little. She started to dry hump my leg.The minute I stopped and sat up, she ripped my shirt off me. I wasn't in.