I was picking up some fruit when Ellen sighed, "I could really go forsome chocolate. I don't know who picks these desserts."I smiled. "I know what y...u mean. If they had ice cream, I'd beembarrassing myself."She laughed, "Somehow, I doubt that. I'm sorry about before." For what?" I had honestly forgotten about it. I didn't know to whatshe was referring."Ending the conversation so abruptly." No apologies necessary. You have to meet everyone. I totally get it."Then I paused, "What's that. " You just want to see if my cock is ready on cue!" Jeremy laughed but although surprised, did as she requested. Watching with a mix of dread and anticipation as her partner went to the cane roll, she looked in askance when instead of bring back the Tittie Tickler he opened a bottle of oil and poured a few drops into the palm of one hand. The aromatic smell wafted to her nostrils as Jeremy massaged it into her breasts. "This will warm them and get them ready for the whipping," Jeremy explained.. Whenever Jake described these encounters I found myself becoming very aroused and discreetly removed my cock and stroked it as he continued the story. As the story progressed I opened his pants and removed his cock and started sucking on it, tasting the preexisting precum from the tip. The only negative aspect, explained Jaked, was the pent of sexual energy that Alan had amassed sometimes became hurtful as he fucked Jake and purged himself of that energy. It never got violent, Jake was very. Mom had saidsomething about figuring out the proper “punishment” to“teach us a lesson”. I was too young to be sentenced todishpan hands, and the idea of spending my summerdragging around a vacuum cleaner and washing windowsdidn’t appeal to me, either. I heard Mom make a few phone calls from the front ofthe house, and then go into her study. The clacking ofher computer keyboard could be heard, and then theprinter’s buzzing. Not long afterwards we were.