” “Oh oh.” I said, feeling a bit of a blush creeping up my neck. “But, it’s quite alright, Stacie, because I get distracted when I see you t...o.” He reached up and stroked the side of my face, gently, as he sucked my earlobe between his teeth. I shivered and inhaled his pure, masculine scent. “You do?” I asked stupidly, turning my face to his.“I do.” he answered, bringing his other hand up to cup my face as he leaned forward even more to push his lips into mine. Our lips met, and he soon parted. He looked at me and asked what I wasdoing there. I told him that I intend to beat him at golf and I wasgoing to get some new clubs to help me do it. He looked a little guiltybut admitted that he planned on getting some custom fit clubs forhimself because he liked things just the way they were. So we bothended up with new clubs and decided to golf on our way home. I playedconsiderably better than the last time but so did Jack.The day of our photography job came up and we worked better. From sexual thoughts in bed to masturbating over pictures of her to masturbating with her panties. My mother is by no means a super model nor is she ugly. She has got 36G breasts and she wears size 14 panties and I know this from looking at her bras and panties. Usually woman with that size of breasts would be rather on the plump or fat side but my mom isn’t. She has a fairly slim tummy and beautiful curvy hips and a gorgeous round ass. To me she is amazing for a 45 year old woman.I was 18. She had been lashed with a heavy flogger—a cat-o-nine tails, in fact. This particular whip was made of stout rubber electrical cords, with nine thick, long lashes on the end of a flexible braided handle. In the right hands it could cause serious pain and these were the right hands. As the angry purple welts raised up on her back, Paulina resolved not to cry out. She had heard that once you start to scream you begin to lose the fight against the torturers. The cat came down on her again, this.