Tommy talked me into staying for a while, and we would still fool around, while Mike remained in the living room. I wasn't too happy, but, I was very ...orny. My cunt throbbed with expectation of being taken. His bedroom door was closed, and before I knew it, I was nude, on my knees, sucking Tommy. I held his ass, pulling him into my mouth. The head of his cock bounced off the rear of my mouth each stroke, before it slid into my throat. I had been able to overcome my gag reflexes, and take him. Arnold had discovered that said George Arnold had been making whoopee with his secretary. The inference being that certain locals at least, had been well aware of, or at least suspected, that the illicit liaison had been going on for sometime. Those same rumours purported that at approximately the same time as the first Mrs. Arnold heard rumours of the affair, said secretary’s husband also discovered that an illicit liaison had been taking place. Thinking about it now, one most probably led to. Darrell kept it for himself. It was our secret. From then on he watched me masturbating from a distance, through his binoculars. I only talked to him a few times after the initial whipping. On one occasion, I handed him my riding crop and bent over for him. I learned quickly that Mr. Darrell did not have a playful attitude when it came to punishment. He whipped my ass methodically, without saying a word. There were a few subsequent encounters where I got over his lap and he spanked me with his. He ran his finger along her ribs stopping at her bra strap and moving down again in a diagonal line across her back till he reached her panties.?didn’t your friends tell you about me, not to fuck with me, not to try and hurt me? They did and you didn’t listen, you tried to hurt me to save your sorry little whore ass, and now?.? he trailed off with his fingers around the rear of her waistband?.. ?your little slut ass is mine.?He twisted the band tightening the booty shorts and pulling her back.