Whack fuk that stung a little but I could feel myself getting wet! Master told me again how wicked I was and I needed punishing, whack, he rubbed wher... he had hit and after a few more we hugged and headed to dinner!!A lot of this is communicating with each other and Master and i have talked so much I feel so at ease with him. We discussed how each of us felt about what had just happened and I had to admit how wet it had made me and I could still feel warmth from the spanking as we walked. He. She looked down and took her hands from the boy's crotch and looked up again. They were both blushing."Sorry honey," she smiled."It's okay mum," insisted Jake, grinning nervously."I shouldn't go touching up my son like that, dear oh dear," she laughed, trying to make light of the situation whilst part of her mind marveled at just how big and hard her boy's cock had felt. She tried to shake herself out of such thoughts but found it impossible. Jake was appearing quite nervous, realizing his mum. Beg for one of these dick carriers. Really beg. Him, his lovers, everybody who was willing to hear her. At least in her fantasy, because in reality she never said a word. And then she got that she is perverted.That only if she was humiliated she could cum in ways she never thought attainable. Only if she shed every little part of her well built dignity, that little cage we all build around us to protect us, she could touch the others she always despised and envied at the same time. Those little. My dad's not home." I replied again trying to sound as uninterested as possible while, really, I was feeling sick in my stomach. -"Oh, really? Where is he?" -"I don't know..." I regretted I said anything. -"Well... I can drop you off? You don't wanna take the bus anyway, right?" -"Nah, I kinda, actually, want to take the bus" -"Yeah... Go wait in the car, kıd. I'm just gonna go and say hi to your mother." -"Fuck" I said to myself as he was leaving. A ride to school is a ten minute long ride,.