“Daddy needs to relax.” She then engulfed my cock with her mouth. The warmth and the swirling of her tongue around the head put me in heaven. Noth...ng in the universe mattered at this point but what I was feeling. Her mouth took me deeper and all I could think about was how it felt like when I buried my cock into her womb. As soon as I felt her fingers begin to scratch the underside of my testicles a deep growl formed in my chest. My hips rose and my testicles emptied into my mother’s throat.. ‘I think I’ve got something that might be...suitable.’‘What?’I hesitated, then reached under the bed and pulled a bag towards me. In the bag was my leather tawse and riding crop. I offered it up to her.‘Take your pick.’‘What’s this?’She took the bag from me and opened it. Taking out the riding crop, Lorraine gave me a hard look. She flexed it. It was about twenty-four inches long and made of red nylon, with a black handle at one end, and a black keeper on the other. She thwapped it into her. He’d always looked out for the whores at Mary’s, and never judged any of them. He was completely on their side, and they all knew it. He’d been entirely off-limits though. The idea of bedding Caine was one of those inside jokes that got bandied about the brothel like fishermen talking about the one that got away. Most of them had made passes at him at one point or another. Sometimes he even flirted back. To Tonya’s knowledge, none of them had ever actually sealed the deal with him though. She. I sat next to her in case people overheard anything.“So … I got to tell you. When we met …” Ronnie started, before looking around to make sure we weren’t overheard. “That was so … so … hot.”“You … you’re okay with everything that happened?” I was stunned.“Oh my god, yes. Weren’t you?”What a loaded question. I didn’t know how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …“Yes.”Her smile grew even bigger and mine mirrored hers. I couldn’t control myself around this girl. Her.