I met Martin when fishing on the nearby River Lea one afternoon with seven year old Rick who Wasn,t all so keen on angling. Martin and I liked each ot...er right away and I asked him to visit as he lived within a short distance. Martin was a widower having lost his wife a few years before in a tragic drowning accident so tended to be lonely. We both professed a love of fishing so it Wasn,t long before he invited me to go fishing with him as I Didn,t drive, hadn,t bothered to renew my license. ‘Yes, honey, you may. Go wash up for bed, ‘kay?’Mira nodded happily and practically ran from the table. I wished at that moment that I was five again and could do the same, but at my age I was expected to act like the young woman I’d become.However, Mama must have sensed everyone else’s impatience. She cleared her throat as Denver finished his second bowl of ham bone soup with biscuits and interrupted Pru mid-story--one involving a lady in the city who’d accidentally stepped in manure. (How. Her ass was an inferno and the backs of her thighs weren't much better. And now he was bringing out the whip! But she had little choice but to suffer through it; after all, this was her own doing. No one put her in this predicament by herself. She was the one who went with that guy that night and it was her idea to fuck him. Now she would pay the price.He brought her nemesis around to show it to her. His whip - four feet of braided leather despair - was coiled in his hand like a cobra, ready to. I told her I was worried about her because she was gone for a bit.She then told me how he fingered her through her slacks. How he pushed up so hard he made contact with her clit. She even said his thumb was playing with her asshole. She was worried that others might see.“How did that make you feel?” I asked. I could feel my erection growing.“I don’t know. I do have to admit that I did get a bit wet when he tried to finger me. And you know how I like to have my bottom played with.”“What do you.