She dropped the torn material on the floor, putting the scissors back where she had found it. Then she walked over to the window, leaning against the ...all, where it has been for as long as I can remember, she picked up a riding crop, she used to do show jumping, the long handle with the small leather end hadn’t moved in years, she came back to the bedside, placing the tip of the crop on my cheek, running the cool leather across my face, lingering against my open mouth, then she slid it down my. ...(uncomfortable pause) Iam sorry to take your time, but I need your advice." Of course dear, I'm happy to help, if I can, you know that." This last week has been...well it's been hell. Hysterical crying, sie isconstantly fussing with it. It's too tight. It pinches. I've correctedhir, of course, but it just doesn't stop." That can happen dear. They all accept it, some take more time thanothers." Well how was it with Jezzie?"Mother stares at me. "Honestly, ehhh," she shrugs, "Jezzie kind. I do and within seconds your hands are on my belt, loosening and pulling down my pants to reveal a tent in my boxers. You give me one long kiss while playing with my member, pulling twisting, and then you get on your knees and down go my boxers.You start by swallowing my cock deeply to the point of chocking then slide out to the tip them repeat again. You do this several times and I’m in heaven. When you need a break you slide your semi-open mouth along the underside of my shaft and pop one of. He would withdraw a nice, solid wooden ruler from his pocket (which he often had to go to junkyards to find; plastic just didn't work as well), and run down the line of lockers, rattling the end of the ruler against the handles while giving a shout of "freshmen rule!"Invariably, his victims would think him on their side and sometimes even return the rallying call. Their mistake became apparent only when Richie reached them and slapped the end of the ruler against their heads as if they were.