Susan is a painslut and I had her tied up tightly against a Saint Andrew’s cross and was flogging her with a Devil’s hair flogger. The strips of l...ather for a Devil’s hair flogger are cut so thin and there are so many of them that it is almost like flogging someone with a wig. Except a wig isn’t that heavy and the hairs of a wig don’t swing like the ultra-thin slices of leather do, especially when they are wetted down with a mixture of water and olive oil that has been marinating ghost. (It’s never really easy. Working at home and telecommuting my graphic design suggestions through a PC leaves me with plenty of room for distractions. Now that both of the kids are in daycare, I can blast the radio and work in the nude if I want! But, I usually get my assignments completed by deadline and I love my work for the first time in my life.) Nevertheless, I was itching to get the evening started because it was ‘his’ year. What do I mean by that? Well, each year we celebrate Valentine’s. She was so awfully fond of that silly infuriating animal! The phone rang. Probably that disgusting Patric again. Couldn't that creep ever learn to take "No" for an answer?She was far too busy of late to be able to go to his gymnasium every day, and he had been in the habit of ringing her at work. He wanted her to take part in another fight, damn the fellow! She was beginning to think that his introducing her to Miranda had all been part of some deep laid scheme of his.She picked the phone. I took away the blanket and mum switched on the glossy light on her side. Then I crawled down to her ass. “You better help me a little” mum said. I lowered a little more to her ass and finally reached mummy’s brownish butthole. I smelled the loads of my cum streaming from her pussy and saw them glittering in the semi bright light on the inside of mum’s legs. I licked over my lips first. Then I stack my tongue out and lowered it to mum’s asshole. As I felt the contact I immediately could taste.