She was already in the dominatrix outfit, a beautiful leather corset, and straps that left her bubble but exposed. She took her whip, locked the door ...ehind him and had him begging on the floor in a matter of minutes.Truth to be told, he wasn’t expecting to be held hostage the whole weekend – he anticipated a nice Friday evening ass worship, maybe a sleepover and a nice breakfast, but whole weekend? He was in for one hell of a ride, and he almost came right there and then, still in his business. So when he said he loved her she was eager to believe him. She loved and admired him so much! Charlotte had said more than once that he was a man of unquestioned integrity! Of course, he had no idea she was really talking about a woman called Laura and not the scholarly man called Wilson. The person who used to be a sleazy nightclub and lap dancer had to laugh at that! It was so nice to be respectable again, and loved! He had effective control of $250,000,000 dollars and a wife who would do. She dared me to try and then kept pushing me until I finally bent her over the footboard of the bed and tapped her lightly on the bottom. Not such a simple task to undertake that, on a pregnant woman anyway, I had to be careful of her bump. Although I wouldn't say she put up that much of a fight to stop me."Is that the best you can do?" she sneered rather demeaningly I thought, but still with humour in her voice after I'd landed six gentle blows on her rear end.That surprised me a little; I. “Using your terminology, I am the prostitute ... they are my clients!”This time I put my hand up to stop her slap.“You said you’ve made love six times, but there are only four names,” she said.“Scarlett had a repeat, today,” I said to my smart sister.“But, who ... is the sixth?”“You’re smart, you figure it out?”I saw her eyes bug out, “Is it Mom, are you fucking our mother?”“NO, I am making love with my mother, Sally. I call her Sylvia.”“This is getting creepier by the minute. You’ve got four.