Don’t worry about us,” he winked. “I’m sure we will manage all right.”I almost swallowed my tongue, an evening alone without mom, what on ea...th would Daddy and I do? Mom ruined my train of thought when she growled, “Well girl, it's time for bed, after all you have school tomorrow!”I frowned, and wanted to ask if I could stay up, but knew it was a battle I could never win. “I hear yah, I’m going to bed.” I winked at Daddy and chirped, “Good night folks.”He laughed and told me he would come in. I will try my best to recount it accurately. A few years have passed so allow me some poetic licence. The story was delivered across a white pine table in a dreary restaurant turned bar in Kyzyl, southern Siberia. The wooden planks of the restaurant floor were dusted with cedar shavings. The whole dank place reeked of cedar and vodka. A typical Siberian shit hole. Her name was Svetlana. We started talking by mistake--serendipity? Svetlana’s once lush brunette locks had turned grey. Her. I reached for his and he returned the favor, and soon thereafter, I was bending over and taking his cock in my mouth. It was a real mouth full; it was all that I could do to slurp most of the thing down, but the full feeling in my throat was sure nice. I pulled up and he quickly, and a bit surprisingly, bent over to work on mine. When he came up for air I went back to work on him. He was just a little soft at this stage, which was great as I could gobble his entire length right to my nose. And then you intended to fuck me. I knew it was going to be painful, but I could not imagine how bad. The first slap of the crop hit my inner thigh. The scream torn from my lips rang out in the empty room. The burning took seconds to reach my brain. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. By time my breathing returned, the crop was already on its way down, this time finding my other inner thigh, the sensitive flesh leading up to my pussy. “OOOOOWWWWW,’ NNOOO mooore,” I screamed, tears.