So she knew what sex was, more important she knew the difference between sex and love. At first she was scared that she was the only one in love in th...s relation, but that first time her son had whipped her ass and she was crying and yelling and then he gently massaged some lotion into her butt, no one had ever been that nice to her, now a little spanking and his dick up her ass! Damn if it ain’t love, how come I cum with a dick shoved a half mile up my ass? She smiled as her tongue found a. "It's me ... Rob," he said, smiling down at me as I sat on the shopping mall bench. "Hey you, it's me, Rob ... I can't believe it's really you. You're beautiful." He added before sitting down next to me clutching a shopping bag in his hand."Is this some kind of joke?" I said, fighting back the sudden tears of disappointment."What? It's me, Rob ... you know, Sophie, hey ... don't get upset it's me Rob." Why did you lie to me?" I started to sob, "You're not twenty-five." Your right, I'm sorry,. That really hurt! She screamed."I told you I'd pussy-whip you tonight, sweet one." With that he landed three more strokes on her tender flesh before bending to suck the soreness away. He pressed a buzzer beneath the bed, to summon the two mouths."Continue. She will be quiet now - wont you?" He tickled her chin with the whip. She nodded.She felt the plastic penis re-inserted into her now-sore cunt. Or was it an even bigger one, she wasn't sure. It began to thrust into her viciously, trying to. Not even to go out with and working in a dress shop meant that generally, the only people she met were either women or men looking for clothes for their wives or girlfriends.There had been somebody once, during the war whilst she worked as a typist in Berlin. He had been a soldier in the Wehrmacht and was ten years older than her. He had been posted to Berlin after losing the use of a leg after being blown up by a shell but he was kind and considerate and Erika loved him dearly. They had been.