I'd heard of cold turkey before but I'd been told it was dangerous and as often as not, killed the person undergoing it, but the way mum was then, she...d have been better off dead.I stood up slowly from the table where I'd been eating my dinner and looked at the pleading in her eyes, then I hit her,I did it right, thank God and she dropped like a stone, she hardly weighed a thing as I picked her up and walked upstairs with her in my arms.The screaming began as soon as she woke up and saw the. She desperately tried to wrench herself from the binding forces of her nature, and then as more tantalizing sensations crawled through her belly and swelled her breasts, she found it almost impossible just to sit still."No..." she breathed heavily. "You mustn't, Cylvia... you mustn't." But Cylvia was all but insensate from the delirium of her whipping masturbations and the goading of the lovely woman beside her. She wouldn't have stopped for anything, especially for the ever-weakening pleas of. “With the stripping game we told each other to put off a piece of clothing. We might go on in the same way. If Ingrid wins, she can give an order to the guy who loses. And if you or I win, he can give an order to Ingrid.”“So if I don’t win, I’ll lose anyway? Fine! I’m fond of losing games like that,” Ingrid said. “But only I am allowed to give orders to touch my body.”“Can’t we make requests to touch you either?” he asked.“Yes, but I may refuse. Maybe I’ll grant to the other guy what I refuse. Jeff had pushed me to go topless and show off my tits. He deserved whatever I dished out. I looked at the two embarrassed men who couldn't deny beating off in private. They were both speechless. I blurted out, "So what do we do now? I have an idea how to finish our vacation. Why don't both of you take off your clothes so Kathy and I can watch you masturbate? We want to see your hard cocks. Show us what you do in private."As the words left my mouth I proceeded to strip naked. I took off.