”Samantha scuttled off the table, and bent over it, straight into the remains of my breakfast. “Hitch up your skirt.” She did as she was told, b...ining that beautiful white arse onto display. “Now, so I know, you know, tell what you did wrong, and I’ll only give 5 strokes.”“This fucktoy did nothing wrong sir!”“Ten. What did you do wrong?”“I am a cumslut and acted slutty sir!” she answered less sure this time.“Fifteen. What. Did. You. Do?”“Nothing!” her voice quivering this time. “Twenty” this. She moved her hips, trying to press up against him. She'd taught him that game, too, and he avoided her movements, dropping kisses on her inner thighs. She made a whimpering noise deep in her throat, and he just brushed her nub with his tongue.She jerked, and he caressed the foreskin that held it. She jerked again, and then pressed up against him. He pursed his lips, bearing down on that sensitive bit of skin. He could feel her tossing her head, and when he glanced up she was holding her. He hoped he couldn’t feel his pulse racing. He definitely hoped she wouldn’t look down and see the bulge starting, yet again, in the front of his trousers. She peered at his elbow. There was the slightest haze of a red mark.“Oh, you poor thing. My mum used to blow on things to make them better.” She did so, pursing her soft, luscious lips, the soft luscious lips he dreamt of pressing against him. “And if that didn’t work...” She pressed those soft luscious lips against his elbow for the most. She asked him if he was still ok with this. Enjoy babe&hellip,Ill be here he replied. She smiled then went into her wardrobe and took out her white satin camisole and matching white knickers. The ones Mack had picked for her. She turned toward the bathroom and disappeared. He knew she would enjoy Chris, and he knew she was safe with him. As Polly emerged from the bathroom dressed in her lingerie looking smoking hot, she again leaned over gave him another kiss. He asked her if she would keep.