”Victoria looked at me like she had seen a ghost. I finished cumming in her again and took her into Mom’s bedroom. I opened up the lower drawer in...her nightstand and took out a shoebox. Victoria opened it up and her eyes opened wide. She had no idea that Mom had so many artificial cocks around with Dad there. Then she wondered why Mom finger fucked her every night. Maybe Mom liked girls…maybe even little girls. I wondered how I could turn this to my advantage. Maybe I could fuck Mom too.Anyway. A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. And then he broke the gaze and looked down at a book on his lap."Watcha love! You not with anyone?" It was one of the gawky youths, who had come to the bar to refuel."Nope," I muttered."Can I get you anything?" I've just got one," I said, indicating my still full glass."Four pints of Best," he said to the bar-man, and then to me, "some crisps then?"I shook my head and swiveled away from him on the stool."Ungrateful bitch," he muttered, and I. But I couldn’t resist for too long and with a couple of minutes I took her pink head into my mouth. I’m not to claim any amazing deep throating skill, but I sucked and licked, enjoying the salty taste of her, making that cock wet with my saliva. I felt it growing between my lips and increased my efforts.So far Andrea had wanted to be submissive, a coy woman being claimed by her man. But her passion was growing and her felt her grip my head, pushing me further, and her voice becoming deeper and. Until recently, anyway.”“It is,” said Glenda coolly.Rosalie finished her drink quickly and opened the second half bottle. It was a bizarre . . . and rather frightening . . . world where a birching was something taken so lightly.“How is she?” asked Rosalie, filling both glasses.“Sore, I guess,” replied Glenda ‘indifferently.“Sore!”“Well . . . perhaps burning might be a better description.” Glenda smiled. “Like to see?”Rosalie nodded. She felt a tightening in her throat . . . partly dread, partly.