His words that he made my mother his whore burned through me. She loved him. She wasn’t a wanton slattern panting after his dick. She was better tha... me.I should think of Sven. My love. My betrothed. My heart. He was the man I should yearn for.I forced away the image of my father’s face and pictured Sven. That cocky grin, his thick, blonde hair so perfect for running my hands through, his bold chin that I loved to nibble on, his lean and muscular body, not brawny like a warrior, but dangerous.. .did you cum on my leg??!!!, she stammered. She looked at my still-hard penis, then began to grasp the situation. "Ahhhh....," she smiled, "You are giving me some of my own medicine, eh?" I stroked my penis as we stood there, and she asked, "Do you like this wig, too?" She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, kissing me deeply. "I wamt to fuck you, Gloria," I said as we broke away. "Your timing is perfect," she said, "I just showered.....but will need to take another one. I did so and they were on the floor at my feet. She told me to pick them up and hand them to Madame E. "She gets to keep those." I nodded and handed them to Madame E. She smiled, said "merci" and tucked them into her purse.Madame E sat down on a chair and motioned for me to come to her. I walked over to her. "Lay over my lap, you little brat" she ordered me. I obeyed. My butt was up in the air for her and she started.She started. She spanked me. Hard. And a lot. I squirmed. She grabbed me. She said she’d pay me five-hundred dollars, and I couldn’t believe that and told her that was way too much and that was when she came to it. “Then maybe we can work out another solution,” she said. I asked what that could be. I had no idea. I never ever thought about this in my entire life either. Not with Pam I never did but back then, back in high school we were simply kids. “I’ve always liked you,” she said, as her tone of voice seemed to change a little. That’s when I thought maybe she was.