We both staggered back to the chaise where Lucy sat down and pulled me towards her. I stood before her, still solidly erect. She looked up at me, took...my dripping helmet into her mouth and began sucking. My legs were apart and as I looked down I saw that someone had slid a web cam on a selfie stick underneath me. On the monitor, the view from below us showed the underside of Lucy’s chin and her bottom lip curled forward and stretched around my shaft as her head moved backwards and forwards. I. Chan, why would you assume it was us?’ ‘Ahh, when I see things blowing up and police going to hospital and the morgue, I know you gentlemen are around somewhere.’ ‘I’m offended,’ he said. ‘And they’re dead,’ she said, more seriously. ‘How can I help you?’ ‘Before we got away, they shot a friend and me with electronic shackles.’ ‘I’m surprised,’ she said. ‘That I got shot?’ ‘That you have a friend.’ He laughed. ‘Oh, Mrs. Chan, am I really that bad?’ ‘Worse,’ she said. ‘I have the transponder. We. For her.She knelt still as the congregation filed out, content in their relationships with Christ. The old wood bit into her knees, but she kept still, watching the now-abandoned altar, until silence as heavy and insidious as the heat crept over the sanctuary.She rose. Rubbed the grooves from her skinny knees. She walked to where the red and white candles flickered on a sideboard, each flame a soul, or a sin. Their tiny fires could not compete with the incense-ravaged air hanging motionless. "He sits forward on the couch. "I can't let this go unpunished. Bend over my knee. You are getting five whacks, and if you take them like a good girl, that will be all you get."I know that my skirt that i'm wearing is too short, and will give him a good view of my black lacy boy shorts that I know he doesn't approve of. I try to think of a way out of my spanking."Can I go change first?" I ask hopefullyHe stands up, and pulls me toward him roughly, and pulls me down over his lap."I said NOW!"He.