You’ve definitely spanked her harder than you ever spanked Judy. Yes, I had. I acknowledged that. I’d given her a truly good hiding; perhaps more ...han necessary.Why was that?Because she deserved it!Is that the only reason?Guiltily, I accepted it wasn’t. I realised I was trying to distract myself from the fact that the whole thing had turned me on; that the sight of my mother’s punished buttocks still turned me on…I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands on the bottom in front of me — the heat. “Ms West’s arse must only take the head of your cock. Nothing else must move.”Simon stood to attention. The thick rim of his cock was inside Ms West. Ms Jones looked down. What a fantastic sight, she thought to herself. Now to test him.Ms Jones licked her fingers, then slipped them around Simon’s fat prick.He loved it. But this was torture.then Ms Jones slipped two fingers into the well lubed cunt of Ms West. Again Ms West groaned. After all it was not her being tested.And soon these two. A couple of sea-wives waved at us as we overtook them. They were on the inland side of the sandbars, protected from the tide, while seagulls harassed dozens of our fishing boats returning from their early morning outings. Smoke wafted seaward from cooking fires and forges at the lower village. Two barges were tied up at our small dock, while an army of men and women unloaded supplies. Flagstones piled high with other goods blocked my full view of the unloading operation. At least a dozen mules. Vested interest, shall we say, in your future too. I’m... I’m quite taken with Dawn and well... I wouldn’t want that to come to an end.”Alan remained silent.“We should have a clearer picture by the end of next week,” Bradley said interrupting the silence.Alan nodded and turned to leave the room.“By the way Alan,” said Bradley, “I’ve asked room service to put fresh sheets on the bed.”Alan faltered in his steps for a moment. That stung for he had obviously been talking quite intimately with Dawn.