Anything he say, just don't whip me no mo'." I'm just getting warmed up though and my cock gets harder and harder as I continue to whip her and hear h...r screams of pain.Finally I stop and release the rope holding her hands. She collapses to her knees. I step toward her and thrust my throbbing cock into her face. She takes it into her mouth and begins to suck. I whip her again. "More tongue, nigger!" Her tongue works furiously and after a few minutes more my balls erupt and a geyser of jizz. " My mother usually gives me an enema when I feel this bad."Tena had trouble concealing a smirk. Did the boy take her for a fool? She thought, having trouble keeping a smile off of her face. Tim didn't realize that his mother had confided to her all about her incestuous day with her son.Tena had her own game to play. "Enema? O.K. Tim. Strip down for me." Here? Now?" Tim hadn't expected her to concede so quickly."Yes. Here. I am going to see you naked whether it be here or the bathroom. Strip. He signed it and as I turned to leave I pretended to stub my toe on his deskleg. With my face contorted in pain I kicked my shoe off and asked him to examine my foot. I quickly placed my foot on his thigh. My skirt was short enough for him to seem stockings and suspenders. I pressed my foot into his leg and asked him to massage it for me. He looked a little embarrassed, but with the odd glance up my skirt he did it. After a while I said,"It's no use Mr. Dodd, the pain's moved up the inside of. I fumbled with myself a little more in confusion, but soon I realised that there was no way I’d end up coming. Which was fine, by the way. I'd found the whole scene very satisfying anyway. My mug of untouched cold instant coffee still stood on the window-seat next to me. I looked at it in amazement, wondering why I even bothered making those coffees in the morning. I rarely enjoyed them and never drank the whole thing anyway. It was just a habit, I guess. After a few short minutes, the cafe's.