Then he smiled to me and ordered to fuck him like the little slut bitch I was…He pulled my head back hard again by the hair and gave my peachy butt ... couple of hard smacks which must have left a hand print behind. His huge rod was ramming me hard, his big ball sack smacking against me. He smacked my round bum again several times and kept pulling my hair. I pushed my hips un a wild way back on his cock. I was soaking wet.So I was there, being pumped hard from behind, my Boss having a handful of. There had been hugs, but no prolonged cuddles. As far as his mother, well, cuddling with her predated his puberty by many years.Girlfriends? He had a big problem there. The wannabes were numerous, but there had never been one that he could just be comfortable with. This was comfortable."What happened, Mom?" Gretchen asked."Oh, sometime after you were born, he stopped getting naked for me. He reacted to my hugs and touches as if I was being too possessive, I guess. It broke my heart, little by. During which he made all of us believe that he had completed the growth of a lifetime in no more than about seven seconds, that our eyes met for the first time, and the randy energy that was still coursing through my body was obviously transmitted directly to him. I knew it happened, I could see his eyes register my unmistakable message of desire and transmit it in turn to wherever he filed such things for future reference, and yet he did not miss even the tiniest of beats in his routine. He. I look back. She looks at me. "Well? Which is it? Come on, you got to choose." Why?", she simply asks. So ... I guess it's both. Silly me."Okay, fine. We'll do both. I will start with the whip. I will hit you on each ass cheek, on your back, on the soles of your feet, on your stomach, on each of your breasts, and on your pussy. I have two dice here, and for each location I will roll them so we can find out how often I'll hit you each time. Here goes ... left ass cheek!"I throw the dice so that.