Jo had whipped me before but usually with a soft flogger that reddens the skin and stings for a while unless, if in a bad mood, she hits harder or use... her crop. This time, as it was punishment, I imagined they’d use a bullwhip. I wept as the thugs took us to another room set out with a variety of punishment equipment. Not a dungeon as such, because the room was light and airy but it contained a variety of restraints, whips, paddles and canes. We had a few moments to look around and view what I. If I’ve got out the shop with my pants still dry, then I urgently head for my van, pausing sometimes for a few minutes in the hope girls will come by as I exit the shop and I’ve got my new purchases under my arm – maybe even ‘accidentally’ drop them so they get a good look at what mags a pervert wanker buys for his sex pleasure. I can’t wait long as I’m desperate to get my eyes on the baregirl pics. If I haven’t got through all the mags I bought last time, I’ll go back to them, and to the page. The number and intensity would increase to such a pitch that I wouldn't be able to bear. But some days I do exactly that. I love to be punished by my son.I never knew I loved to be punished and humiliated. I was a single parent. Living with my son. One day I was getting my cunt pounded by the milkman, in return to his favor of giving a few bottles of milk extra for my son, moreover I was horny like goat.My son caught me while I was fucking away with that milkman. He was a strapping fourteen. At first I thought she was going to yell out, no, she just stood there staring at my cock as it slid in and out of my wife's mouth. As I was unloading down Kim's throat I thought I saw Terri smile then retreat back down the hall.Shit I thought, I hope this didn't dredge up painful memories for her. I also hoped that it didn't make her retreat further from the world either.I needed to speak to her, I needed to get closer to her if I was going to make this plan work. Yes, I thought, I needed to.