It's just that my bottom has been spanked a lot and I'm really sore and tired."Paul realized once again that he was dealing with real people, not doll.... "OK, you get the night off from spanking. But I will expect you to be properly thankful."Betty smiled at him. "Oh YES, Master. Your slave will." She felt herself getting wet at the prospects."Now let's get going. We are going to run as often as you can manage. But if it gets to be too much, you can slow down."Betty decided she would do her. "Yes, but not anymore." Why did you want to kill yourself?" Because there was no point in living," I replied, my stomach givinggroans of protest. "My life wasn't as rosy as it is now. I used toconstantly watch what was happening and who was watching me. I couldnever be a success at anything, or I'd be beaten up. To live I justtried to melt into the woodwork. I had to stop being me and act a part. Everyday a little bit more of me died. I hadn't reached the breakingpoint, but Mum was. She jumped up and removed the nightgown as quickly as I had ever seenanyone remove something before and stood before the wardrobe mirrorwith her hands covering those protuberances, and her feet did a littledance on the carpet. Her bottom which was facing in my directionbounced along with the dance steps."Oh Allyson, Allyson they are real they are mine..." without finishingthis sentence she jumped back into bed landing astride me, looking downat me her hair dangled close to my face she finished.. "Ohhh Trent... who's down there?" she asked, indicating a third member pressing into her leg."Yeah that guy, he's just happy to be here."I moved my hand down between her legs and found her wet mound."Jesus, you're wet already?" Well, duh! You're hard already, so I'm wet already!"I slipped my middle finger inside her tight pussy, fairly easily, I might add."Well," she said. "There's probably still some of your cum in there. And some of Kylie's milk. Not to mention my own 'secretions of.