It was too early to use the whip on her, I thought. A nice caning would be a much better way to start the evening. I tossed the whip aside and made my...way to one of the walls of the room, each one of them adorned with a collection of my favorite instruments. I picked up a cane from an assortment of around two dozen. It was about three feet long, with a leather handle and a studded tip. It was of medium weight, easy to swing, but at the same time painful to receive. I walked back towards her,. Now as we rode of course my t-shirt was up because I was sitting, I felt him slide his hands down my waist along the side of my hips and then up again but this time his hands slid under my top and were on my bare skin on my waist, OK I thought ,whats he up to, just a little harmless fun on his part? After all he was quite young, so we plodded along, and he kept sliding his hands a bit higher all the time, If not for the drinks I think I would have stopped him but I was curios to see just how. A feat that I never could have managed, even with hundreds of hours of range practice."Ah, you have done this before!" I chirped, and I scanned the gloomy green light enhanced horizon for incoming trouble. The roaches weren't boiling out of their hides just yet, but Diana was ready and had the gently smoking barrel ready to hose down anymore emerging from the apartments up ahead to our right.The Silverado crashed through the barrier easily and also the second flimsier obstructions behind them,. ." Don't worry, Mom. If anything's wrong, it's just that maybe Billy and I are a little oversexed." Realizing that this was a rare close moment between them--that it was more like two women talking than simply mother and child--Debby reached over and took her mom's hand in her own and added, in an affectionately teasing voice, "And you're the one we inherited our sexuality from, you know. Billy and I know how lonely you are, and we understand. We know how lonely you are... and how horny you.