” “Tom, what does your Dad punish you with?” “A Scottish tawse.” “Go and get it.” I went to my Dad’s office and returned a few... minutes later with a tawse that had been in the family for multiple generations. It was made of heavy leather hide and was about 18” long including the handle , 2’ wide and ¼ inch thick. It had obviously see a lot of use. I handed it to Sandi who swished it in the air a number of times and said “This should work nicely.” “How many strokes do you usually get. I cupped his balls and sucked and nibbled and soon his hands were on the back of my head as he thrust his stiffness into my mouth, again and again he moved in and out of my mouth, his strong hands allowing me no room to escape. i gagged as his cock touched the back of my throat and still he carried on, he began to moan and his thrusts became faster and harder and soon i felt his cock empty itself into my mouth as his hands held my head as he spasmed his cum into my mouth. I had no choice but to. "I laughed with her and then said, "Coffee?" I'll get you a cup." She offered and then turning she retrieved a cup from the cabinet and then after fixing it the way I liked it she handed it to me.A foreboding came over me, a premonition of disaster that seemed stronger than any dread I had known in the past. But if I was to save us, if I was to reach that decision I think both Nikki and I wanted, then I had to know and understand the whole thing. I couldn't ignore and fake it. I couldn't just. I licked at her perfect cameltoe (I didn’t know what it was back then), and prepared myself for what I was about to do. I got my index and middle finger, and had proceeded to insert them into her. I entered the lips, but ran into a barrier –I instantly knew what it was. My more experienced friends called this a cherry, and as I had always been intrigued by this, I had decided to leave it alone –at least for the time being. I ran up and down her lips, but focused on the part just above the lips,.