Gill.” I started to unbutton her blouse.“You want to take my top off so you can see my naked breasts, don’t you. You want to see them, touch the..., kiss them, fondle them, don’t you? Such a bad boy.”She was right about that, I wanted to get to her tits, and more. She had a front-fastening bra on, but not for long. I parted her blouse, undid the bra and got my hands on her breasts. “You have really nice nipples, Mrs. Gill. They really stick out.” Her areolae were big, I liked that. Her breasts. "Now let's get you warmed up," she said. With that, she flipped the babydoll up over my backside, and started whaling on me with the riding crop,as she pulled my head back with the leash. Now, I had acquired a pretty high tolerance for pain, but after a fewminutes I couldn't take it anymore. I also knew I couldn't yell, for fearof waking my mom. So I jerked my head forward and bit into the pillow. Tomy surprise, she stopped hitting me briefly, and let me rest my head onthe pillow. Then I felt. Besides, they were regulars and she had balled each of them at least once in the past and she knew that, even drunk, they each could fuck up a storm.But the three men really weren't thinking bout fucking, at least not now. They were celebrating Andy's divorce, which had been settled today. Just now, they planned to get drunk and put down women. Maybe later their minds would turn to fucking.The three men, all in their mid-30's had been high school and college buddies and had remained close in. ’ She pressed a scrap of paper into his breast pocket, stood up, kissed him lightly on the lips and left. Back at work, he couldn’t think straight, his mind flitting between Georgie, Rosie and John, his daughter and Sheila. He took the piece of paper from his pocket, Georgie’s address was written neatly in the centre, followed by a kiss. The paper looked as though it had been in her pocket for a while, like she’d been waiting for the right moment to approach him. She’d timed it just right, and.