I found myself alone one late afternoon, feeling as I had never felt before. Clearly I was in the mood, but today it was the most powerful I had ever ...experienced before, and even when I touched myself I felt I would explode, the waves of desire swept across my fevered body, but I wanted to wait, my mind was constantly focused on my son, last night I felt him press against me, his urgency, remained between my buttocks, which I unashamedly pressed back at him.I arose as he slept in the morning,. "No, you don't understand," she said, shaking her head. "There, in the hospital, I knew you cared. I didn't even know your name, but when you walked in there and looked at me, I knew you cared. You had never seen me before. I wanted to die with shame, but you cared about me. That was the only reason I could go on." She wiped at one eye with the back of a finger. "I think I already knew Paul would abandon me. He's like that. If something breaks, he just tosses it out. I'd seen him do that with. ” He gave her a few light strokes, and when you want it to hurt, flick your wrist.” He did so, and she cried out again. He continued to beat her, further explaining the technique as he did so. “Your ass is already getting red. When it’s bright enough, I’m going to slip my cock between your cheeks, and fuck your ass. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, whore? And remember you better not lie to me.” He ran the tawse over her ass, waiting for her to answer.“Yes, sir,” she said.He gave her a few. I moved my mouth slower, making sure that I lapped up every drop that came out of Master’s magnificent cock. I smiled despite my exhaustion and despite the fact that I had to be punished. Master asked, “what do you taste like, slave?” “Your cum, Master,” I answered and he smiled at the ceiling. “Show me,” he said and I crawled up to him clumsily and kissed him. We lay together and he stroked my hair and I stroked his chest. I curled my body around his and I felt as his heartbeat gradually.