Caroline was a masochist. That meant that she liked pain. That was the definition of a masochist.He was not as certain that he liked it. Administering...the cane was not as much fun as he’d hoped. He would have been just as happy to see her submit to a playful spanking as to a full-fledged caning. Happier. He could already see that, after the last cut had been delivered, she would be distracted. She would be hurting. She would be wondering how long it would take for the bruises and welts to. “Daddy, are you kidding me? I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. You pay me more money than I even know what to do with. I get to live in a mansion that is larger than I have ever seen. You and Jill treat me with respect and care about me...and love me. Your wife willingly shares you with me anytime I want you. She is the most unjealous person that I have ever met. When we have sex, sometimes it’s us making love and sometimes it's you just pleasing me. I hope you know that I’m yours. Peel back his foreskin, and just at the v on the underside of the head, flick your tongue.” I obediently complied. Kevin’s breathing became shallow and quicker. His cock was beginning to harden and I could barely keep myself from popping his length into my mouth. “Slowly” came the voice. “Stroke and massage that little spot lightly with the tip of your tongue. I want to see a drop of his nectar there for your first… It is all about the birds and bees, you know.” He chuckled at his own. ”Smiling, she replied, “That will work. These are good. How did they come up with the name ‘Tiger Eggs?““Some boarding house at Auburn started making them occasionally. When asked what they’re called someone said they’re ‘Tiger eggs.’““But, Tiger Eggs?”While they were talking Warden Saunders knocked and came on in. Brenda got her a plate and added the saved portion from the toaster oven. She turned the oven off and got her Aunt a cup of coffee. She sat the plate and the coffee in front of her.