I already had the equipment turned on and was in front of the screen when she walked into the surgery. My father sat her down and took a few notes. He...then asked her how he could help her. She explained that she had to show a full annual medical certificate for her cheer leading duties which were very important to her and her future. (I think she is going to become a brain surgeon or a fucking rocket scientist one day). He explained that he did not have a nurse on with him this evening, and she. We switched seats and she adjusted hers back, something that mysteriously stabbed at my ego. With the engine still off, I had her demonstrate the technique until she felt comfortable and, more importantly, I felt comfortable. I checked the lot for traffic and let her crank it up. She grinned at the sound, then revved it a couple of times.“Should I go?”“Just remember, if you get in trouble or forget what you’re doing, clutch and brakes. Everything, nice and easy and when you’re ready, go for. She leaned down and licked the top of Davey’s head, her hands behind his head, pulling him close. She felt the bones of his skull underneath her tongue and wanted to open herself, touch herself, feel his cock inside her. She reached around and took her ass cheeks in her hands, opened them for Kevin to see, all the time, kissing and licking the beautiful blue ink on Davey’s bald head. Kevin let Kerrie stand there like that for a full five minutes before he slid his hand up the inside of her. He started doing what she told him. “You never ask me why, you always decide what action needs to happen.” She handed him a paddle for lesson two. “You need to discipline me. I need to be spanked for not doing what I am supposed to do.”Brad looked at her confused, he had never thought about hitting his mother. “I can’t spank you mom.” “Don’t look so worried” Vicki said, “If, I didn’t want this I wouldn’t have let you be my master.”Brad took the paddle reluctantly not knowing how to spank his.