She moved a hand back to stroke her clit and felt his shaft. His pace quickened, and she reciprocated. Then, she stood up and lay back over the seat, ...pening her legs as wide as possible; she wanted him to see his cock moving inside her cunt. He entered her again. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down, smiling, the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of her making her wild with lust. With her free hand, she spread her lips giving herself and him a better view of the fuck. Some women don't like it. Some are turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don't like to see it or feel their lovers come in their mouths. They feel controlled. Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to have an orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I will have his cum. It is on my terms. I almost feel that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the 'man' was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't seem to. I beseech you, I am a lowly nothing before you," biting his lip, he pressed her toes to his forehead, "I prostrate myself before your glory..." "Wh- hey! Shoo! Get off you me you oaf! Lummox!" She swatted the captain with her fan fruitlessly. Still clasping her foot, Tsharles looked up, insulted. "What? And go back on my word? Never!" Through a wide smile poked his gleefully-wetted tongue, which was sent weaving in between Amelia's toes. Eyes bugging out, she gasped even deeper. Tsharles' men. “And, for the record, the usual six strokes on arrival.”“Yes, Matron.”“So Alan, if you drop those shorts, we'll have a look at the damage.” She bent to inspect the plum-coloured welts that crossed the breadth of the otherwise pale buttocks in horizontal lines.“Hmm. A tidy man with the cane, Mr. Jones. Some of them you wouldn't believe, all over the place. Even cutting down here.” She touched his leg well below the undercurve of the bottom.“Indescribably painful. And quite out of order. But now,.