"At one stage I thought you will rip me apart," said she."I can still feel the burning it (your organ) has given to me," said she. And she again dug d...ep against my chest."Ma before I approached you I was really very scared." Scared of what?" she asked."Scared of rejection. I thought if you reject and curse me, my life would become a living hell. I do lust for you but I still love you. I don't know what I would have done then." Vikram how can I curse my own son? Even if I had rejected your. ”“Oh?” Joyce picked up the wine bottle and refilled her glass.“I was thinking you could help me to date one of your friends.” Sam’s smile widened.“You’re crazy, Sam Higgins,” Joyce said. “Most of my friends are married. And regardless, I’d never put one of them in your bed.”“Please, Mom. It’d take a lot of pressure off. I’m sure things would go back to normal with us.” Sam knew they wouldn’t.“No way. I’m putting my foot down on this.” Joyce drank half the glass in one swallow.“Well, just think. Then, just as Micki was sure that she was going to come, Nate pulled his tongue away from her clit and shoved it full-length up her tight cunthole."Ohhh, God, Nate! That feels sooo fucking good! Fuck me with that wet tongue of yours! Fuck me good and hard until I come! Fuck your whole tongue right up my cunthole, Nate! And lick my clit too! Yes, oh, yes, Nate, lick my clit! Bite it! Suck it! Do it all! Do whatever you want to my cunt with your sexy mouth! Ohhh, Jesus, you're making me so hot!. The paddle is a ‘conversation piece’; it hangs on the lobby and has been used a few times. I’d only had a few whacks with it and it did sting like fire. It is a real paddle (see picture) and, although I wanted it and had committed, I was a little fearful. Everything was in his hands; he’d tell me when it was time, what he wanted me to do and I’d just obey him. I did dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and waited for the worker to go home. We played and messed around until something like nine o’clock.