The cane was back on its hook, and the Vizier had chosen his next implement: A wooden paddle, two inches wide and slightly flexible. Rapid, repeated s...inging blows came down on her upper arms stinging and reddening the flesh above and below the tight ropes on her elbows. He didn’t let her catch her breath. Whatever the pants, cries and groans she made were quiet like a muttered conversation. It seemed that Maya had trained her well during their nightly tickling games.The Vizier was. The sensation of her velvet palm on Schaffer’s glans had felt amazing, electrifying, and he was already halfway there when the alien had disturbed him. His member pulsed and ached as it protruded from his suit, the cold air blowing across it. Arousal muddled his thoughts. This was all they wanted from him, all that they had asked of him. To give in and become one with their pack, to give himself over to them and allow them to bond with him in their base, primal way. He realized that he was. It brings back memories.”We both sat bolt upright, mouths agape, staring at my Mom just outside the door. A scene flashed across my mind of Mom relating her “rough-housing” memory from when she was 14. I’ll just bet! Neither of us could get out a coherent word, but Mom continued.“I came up to see if you two would like to go to brunch with us at Granny Brown’s.[Granny Brown’s is our local diner, which serves a wicked breakfast.]I looked at Rhee, who nodded, and replied to my mom, “Sure. What. .what can you get by sucking another girl's cunt that you can't get from your own?" I defended my beliefs. "Oh my God!" she cried. "I can't believe you said that." I looked at her. I wasn't backing down on this. "Ok. If that's what you believe then I won't argue with you." she said. "But I will let you think about it for a few days. And while you do, you can't suck my cunt." Mom!!!" I protested. "Tell me honey. What can you get from my old cunt that you can't get from another girl's pussy?".