It was cold - cold like Antarctica cold, and the windwas blasting. I was clinging to the mountain face, inching higher andhigher to that curved mount...in peak which was still so high above me. Itwas the Matterhorn.I was exhausted, frozen, about ready to give up, but each time I lookedup at that peak my body found some way to go one more step, climb onemore foot or two.On and on it went, until finally I was almost at the top of thattriangular horn. The wind was blasting at what seemed like. Liam was crying in his bedroom and would not or indeed could not, tell his parents or his sister what was upsetting him.Neither Ruth nor Liam slept much Sunday night but this time not because of sexual arousal but more because of what Monday might bring.The last that Christine had seen of Ruth and Liam had been when they had left the pub in Ruth's car with Christine concerned about what her friend might be getting into with a youth that obviously fancied her. Christine was already at work when. “No what?” The voice asks again. It finally clicks for him…”No Mistress” he replies and waits for the stinging lash again…it doesn’t come. Instead he feels the cool fingers glide over his calves and up his legs until they are gently stroking his hanging sac. “You can be taught.” The Voice says “So what shall I teach you next?”He is panting and replies “Anything…everything, Mistress”A soft laugh reaches his ears. “So eager” The Voice breathes in surprise. The next thing he knows a soft. She rubbed her hand over my chest and gently pinched my nipples. Chrissy was watching and said ‘Oh that’s nice, carry on Mum, that is definitely having the desired effect.’ With the attention I was getting from Lorraine I was starting to become erect again and because Chrissy and I were had not changed positions my stiffening glans was pushing at her still slick labia. I reached for Lorraine’s breasts as they hung down from her bending over me and her nipples were already hard to my touch. The.