" Why, of course. I'm sure my boys would love to have both of you," she slipped her finger deeper inside the happy girl, "and your little slave girl, ...oo." Oh, goodie," Becky exclaimed as her little honey pot exploded with pleasure, "can we go, Mommy, can we?"Mommy took the photographer's cock out her mouth. "Why of course, sweetheart. Now, what do you say when someone gives you an orgasm." Thank you, ma'am. Would you like one, too?" We'll give each other plenty when you come over," the. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt like snakes. Two more shots now, and I think we are on to something. The feel of other people, the familiar ring of their cell phones. The lights began to look spread out like water on a windshield. And still we were snakes. Bumping into each other and pulling apart like. After less time than my pride wouldlike I squeal into the gag and cum hard, filling it's sucking mouth, feelingcum escape it's lips and Officer Morton's howl of frustration. I get a briefrespite as she comes and drags it off my cock, which feels cold and exposed..I feel the cum and saliva still dripping from it... oh gods, I really camefrom all this? I hear some wordless howls and a steel door slamming andclicking, and Officer Morton return dragging something, someone, else... ohgods how many. I was thinking about the first time I was really punished – my first time being paddled by my father.I’d been spanked more than a few times before this. The first paddling was when I was between twelve and thirteen.Other than being just disobedient; some of the spankings were because I was a sissy, loved sucking cock and being fucked, and he did hear some rumors about me being with other boys. My sister and I knew that our mother was punished on occasion and…that the family paddle had been made.