Now, Beth’s computer was too outdated to beable to play the game, so she came up with anotheridea.“Ben,” Beth asked as she came into...the livingroom,“could I please play your new game on your computer? Ipromise to do the dishes for a week if you let me.” Shegave me her best puppy dog face and I just had to givein.“Ok,” I replied, “I will let you play it. What are bigbrothers for anyway? Just make sure to meet me in myroom tonight so we can set up. If I thought the first two strokeswere painful, I was now in excruciating agony. I threw back my head and screamedas the fourth stroke crossed my back just below my shoulders, sending anotherbolt of pain through my body. The man paused for a moment and the pain built and built while I whimperedand wailed to the delight of the attentive crowd. Just as I was beginning torecover, the lash resumed its work, sending three more strokes against my throbbingflesh and sending me into a paroxysm of. And everything had a price.Lonely. She was terribly lonely. She'd been married six times and at one time or another had sampled the wares of scores of lovers. Even at 61, rustling up someone to warm her bed was no problem. She could buy all the casual sex she wanted, but usually she didn't need to resort to that expedient. Her reputation sufficed. She was extraordinarily skilled in the erotic arts and few indeed were the variations thereof that she hadn't mastered. Men staggered from her. , I need to be inside you.’ I was practically begging and I didn’t care. I’d played her game, given her at least some of what she needed, but my control was at an end- which was also what she needed, which was fine with me. She flipped onto her back and smiled up at me. Her large breasts flopped a little to each side- no longer firm as in her youth but lovely none the less. I knelt between her legs, felt them on either side of my thighs as I brought the head of my prick closer and closer to.