Please excuse me. No no she said in a hurried tone, I will show you how they taste and you can judge for yourself whether to buy or not.I asked her to...come in and sit down in the huge sofa and sat near her. She bent down to take the samples and my eyes could see her pallu move to expose her cleavage. I just could not hold my senses and I was waiting for her. I knew that it would be risky to force her and so i kept my cool. She opened the bottles and took a little of each and asked me to. As her mother sobbed quietly she turned to me with a big smile. I held out my hand and she passed me the lash.“How do you feel?” I asked her.“I feel sort of high,” she replied, “it was fun.”“It wasn’t meant to be fun. It is something a Mistress has to do from time to time. It is not something to be enjoyed.”“Sorry that was the wrong word.” She looked shame-faced.“Don’t worry you will find the words soon. Now, see that cross against the wall?” I asked pointing at the large wooden St. Andrew’s. My face must have been red as a beet because I could feel the burn. Her expression softened somewhat, but she remained silent. I thought I detected a flicker of smile in her eyes. She’s having fun with this, I thought. Realizing she wasn’t borderline pissed off allowed me to relax a bit. Another swig and I replied, “Yes, ma’am, we have, but we’re always real careful. I wear a rubber.” Dear God, it sounded good in my head, but totally lame when it came out.She took a final long swig and sat her. She began whispering soothing words in my ear, things like "It'll all beokay", "You're safe now" but the one that actually hurt was "How twoparents could abandon a pretty little girl like you is beyond me"I don't know what did it, but after Suzanne gave all the loving whispers arest and just kept me in her inescapable embrace, I began to cry.I hadn't cried for years until now, I didn't know how, it just happened.It must have been the mixture of the clothes I was wearing and thesituation I was.