I also hoped she could read my scrawl - my Dad said that I could have had a career as a doctor or pharmacist, but that my handwriting was just too awf...l even for that low standard!I got to the Salad Bar in the Union just before one o'clock. Julie was already waiting for me; I gave her a kiss and we went to get our food.I held Julie's bag while she sorted out her tray at the self-service counter, and I took the opportunity to slip the envelope into it. We found an empty table and sat down next. I was watching her and she signalled me to go to her. I pretended to receive a phone call and got up from the table. When I reached the washroom she came out and we were staring at each other with eyes full of lust. When I looked at her boobs, the top two buttons of her blouse were open. My heart was pounding heavily but I tried to act normal. She asked me how are they, I said can’t say without seeing them properly. She gave a naughty smile and started walking towards the table. I was having. An explosion of pain sears outwards from the epicentre, wracking my body. The clamps pinch hard on my nipples, like a cruel echo. The pain is incredible and I scream aloud. The whip connects again, forcing another scream. Tears stream from my eyes and my body is convulsing with sob after sob, causing the clamps to chomp on my nipples. I whimper as the thongs drag against the tender contours of my cunt as the whip is drawn up for another blow. My knees strain against the ropes, but they are. ” “Why don’t we just lay here a while.” We were on my stepmother’s bed and held each other tight. We shared deep and passionate kisses. I really was in love with my stepmother. I just wanted to spend all my time with her. “Mikey you better go back to your room. Come back tomorrow night and we’ll make love. I love you so much, sweetie.” “I love you too.” I went back to my room and again sat on the edge of my bed and jacked off to images of my stepmother giving me head for the first time..