She was again shaking her head, wondering where this was going, fearful that she may guess."Who's cock did you suck mom?" Derek!" Who!"Her voice rose ...lso, "Bill's."He nodded happy at his deduction but disappointed that he had been correct. "John told me long ago, which has proven true many times, that he thinks its disgusting for a woman to suck a guys cock." He again looked at the dried juices on her cheek. "He found you sucking Bill's cock right?" Yes. Does that make you happy, yes I was. ..the sucking sound of the whip in her ass, the trickle of wetness moving to her navel, her deep moans and occasional cries. She was stunned when she heard herself implore Miss Sanders to ream her harder...harder...make my asshole scream...make my pussy come. Come flowed from her like a fountain. She breathed out deeply as the whip was removed. "You liked that, I could tell. That's good, we'll do it more often from now on." Lisa couldn't respond. She moaned like a. "What kind of trick is this? Hypnosis?" she asked."No, not quite. This is Paris and you are standing on the Eiffel Tower. We can have dinner at the restaurant behind us, or we can go down to the streets to this lovely little café not too far from here." Seriously Shep, how are you doing this? It all looks so REAL." It does, doesn't it? Let's enjoy it while it lasts." We strolled around the observation deck high above the city. I held Ellie's hand and I didn't see much of the sights. I was too. I’d pin the paper on a makeshift head of sorts fashioned out of a towel. I did all this elaborate preparation with my parents a few yards away in the front room watching television. Don’t remember why I was routinely going to bed before them as I was old enough to stay up as long as they did. Also, did I fail to mention? I shared my bedroom with my brother who was six years younger. He was always fast asleep. So I did all this with a high risk of being discovered but didn’t stop me from.