My deal. I get girl for you, but it is not easy. Last time you leave marks.?That was true. He hadn’t meant to, but he’d never used that whip be...ore and it was stronger than he thought it would be. It had definitely left marks, and after the third stroke, when he saw the damage it was doing to her skin, he had backed off. By then it was too late. The marks were there.The customer let out a sigh and accepted the bag. ?Ok,? he said as he opened up the sack to examine its contents.Inside was. I fetched a cup for myself.“Where’s Dad?” I asked.“He’s gone for the day with Bob and Rick.” There was a long pause during which Mom started to speak but stopped several times. “Mark, I guess you know things are different between us now and always will be but it ... I mean, the sex part, doesn’t have to continue.”I was taken aback. Was she kidding? The shock delayed my response and Mom spoke before I could respond.“I know you’ve been having a little fun, but I do want to caution you about. He tried to rationalise what had felt so good about it, and realised it was precisely because he didn't have to try to please her while he was doing it. He had known that in several positions it was quite possible to play with her breasts or her clit, but thinking back over the few times they had experimented with anal sex over the last few days he recognised that there was something about buggering a girl that took away all romantic and sharing thoughts! He could see what was worrying. You look up at me open your mouth, I see my spunk disappear down your throat as you swallow, you gain take me I your mouth sucking the last drops of my spunk and then rubbing the end of my cock across your lips. How can I possibly repay your pleasuring of me ? There is no suitable spot for you to sit or lie in the shed so we make our way to the rocking garden seat. We are stooped underneath the protective cover, I undo your trousers and they fall to the floor. You sit of the seat, I kneel.