“You know, babe, you won’t hurt me hitting me harder- in fact I really like it. As my wet cunt proves. I really love having other parts smacked as...well, like my pussy and my breasts, but I also really enjoy having my face slapped when I’m really turned on. Would you do it for me? Will you slap my face?” “No-I couldn’t do that,” I replied. “Pleaaaase,” Anna said. “I would love you to do it, I promise it's okay.” “No, I couldn’t.” “You can, I know you want to deep down. Tell me what a. I figure with fifty thin clients for each school, VM licenses and trinkets it would still cost less than what you are paying just the QA director. Heck an Intel NUC with a Celeron and a few gigs of RAM are going for about two hundred dollars all day long. VESA mount them to a cheap TVs via HDMI and boot them off the network. Probably about five hundred a pop with a keyboard and mouse if sourced individually. Less in bulk. I say about fifty grand for that setup plus say twenty-five grand more. I talked for a while with my parents and then headed back to our home.When I walked in the house Peggy and Brenda were feeling no pain but they were busy cleaning up from the cookout. They had put Paula in bed before she passed out. I shooed the women out of the kitchen and they both headed for bed. It was almost midnight before I had everything cleaned and put away.Peggy stuck her head in the kitchen and slurred something. She was holding on the door jamb to steady herself. I asked what she. .“Fuck!” I gasped.Mom's lips had slid over the crown of my cock. The warm heaven of her mouth surrounded my dick. It was so unlike masturbation. Her tongue danced around it. I gasped, my hands balling into fists as she suckled on my dick. My heartbeat rapidly, carrying the pleasure of this moment through my body.Mom nursed. Suckled. Moaned. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock as she blew me. Her eyes stared up at me with such blue warmth. She still hummed, which just made her.