And we had lots of memories to talk about.as we were at the end of it,he asked me of mome.and i remembered that in school dais they used to be couples...though she had said that they never had anything physical but often wondered how it would have been like.i looked at ayan and thought as to whether he was wondering the same thing or not.when i met mome i told her about our meeting.i could see her eyes pleasantly lifted up.she was extremely eager to know everything about him.when i asked her as. Perfect." Now count out my lashes."Whap! The first strike from the riding crop hit her right ass cheek.She hissed. "One, Mistress!"Whap! The second lash hit her left rump.Through gritted teeth, the slave called out "Two, Mistress!"By the twentieth hit, she hadn't cried out in pain yet. Welts were forming on her back, and Constance was afraid if she went any further, there might be permanent scarring. "Just two more, Slave. Be sure to keep counting."She panted, bathed in sweat. "Yes,. Lois had taken him, via wheelchair, to the aisle that led to their box seats, and from there, Paul had stood up and laboriously made the long trip down to their front-row seats.Lois had folded the wheelchair and, pushing it, followed closely behind him. The trek had involved only about eight staggered step-downs, with almost-level wide walking spaces separating the steps. But the trip had nearly exhausted Paul. He tried not to let Lois see just how difficult his little walk had been.She did. As Diane had told me during Christmas, there was a scar than ran across Susan's back - healed and faded from time, but still visible. It wasn't large or ugly, simply a fine line that ran from near her spine, across and slightly up, over where her left kidney would be. Other than that one minor disfiguration, the rest of her skin was smooth and beautiful. Her legs were slender and trim, with nicely curved calves and thighs. Her ass was, simply, a work of art: small, tight, and obviously firm..