I wondered what she was doing here and for a moment considered humorously if father had bought her for me like families did back in the past, like pay...ng a bride price. “Perhaps she belongs to some wealthy family with whom my father wants to have ongoing business connections.” I had to stop myself laughing at the thought of father buying me a wife but my imagination roamed further. “Perhaps he’s bought her as a concubine for me – or himself.” My fantasies were brought to a halt as father went. It and the next three pages taken from the rear, showed progressively the woman, his delightful mother, being beaten with that whip, hard.Uncle Oliver laying it on with gusto, red welts across back, and buttocks, legs and shoulders alike, blood running in the last of the three, till her comatose body was limp in its bonds. He looked deep into her face, a slight smile on her lips, as she turned the pages once more. The next again a full size A4 picture, this time from the front, her head still. "She dropped to her knees and took my hard on into her soft supple mouth. She immediately took it all down her throat and pressed her nose into my pelvis. She flexed her jaw sending electric pulses up my spine. She pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head several times."Am I doing this right darling?" she asked in a cutesy little voice. "Does my Stevie like the way I suck his big beautiful cock?"I tried to answer but all that came out of my mouth was a keening sound. "I'll take that. Heels approached the door! Oh god, this was it, I hoped. Was it Mistress? The dim clack of expensive shoes poured into the room. Whoever it was, they didn't say a word as they approached my bed. I could feel the woman watching me. I couldn't tell if it was Mistress or not, my nose was still enthralled by the scent of Missy's pussy. Then I heard it; the sound of jewelry. Something dangled at the end of a necklace. I knew that sound so well. Did this woman have my key around her neck? Another.