Fist this whore.” Heather encouraged me as she fisted mom’s cunt faster now. “I will marry you two this Sunday.”“Oh yeah!” Mom panted.“I...will put you in a tight little white string bikini. Nothing but two thin strings to cover your slutty tits and even thinner string covering your asshole.”“Oh yeah?” Mom groaned.“Yeah! A very modest veil to cover your face. But before you walk to the altar, I will get you fucked by 10 black men. They will fill up your every hole. You like that you fucking. I pinched at her swollen nipples, and kneaded her large breasts firmly, knowing that they were still stinging from the cane.“Who owns these?” I asked her in a growl to hide the tremor that wanted to find its way into my voice.“You do, Master!” she whimpered. I let them go and she sobbed in relief from the torment. I stepped back and walked around in front of her and reached around to grab her ass in both hands. Her flesh was on fire from the cane and the paddle. “Who owns this?” I demanded. “And the night is still young,” I said. She grinned. “You got soft that time.” Leaning down I kissed her belly and then kissed my way up, over her chest and to her lips. “I'm sure,” I said between kisses, “that a beautiful, sexy, talented, filthy mouthed slut like you can think of some way to remedy that.” “Mmm, may be.” She smiled and we kissed, exploring each other with more gentle affections after wearing ourselves down. “I'm certainly going to try.” The rest of the night went by in a blur.. I took off my shirt and pants and lay down next to her. Staring into her big brown eyes, I caressed her right cheek with my hand. I leaned in, kissed her on the lips, and told her, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Lily smiled and started to cry. Afraid I had done something wrong, I asked her not to cry. She said she was crying because she was happy: “I’ve been waiting years to hear you say that.” I smiled and kissed her again, this time with more passion then I’ve ever kissed anyone.