I couldn't help but to wimper and moan from the marks that Nightmother's whip was leaving on my skin. SNAP! With tears running down my face, I was now... yelping with every crack of her whip. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And then it stopped....The room was quiet except for my light sobbing. I lay there across her bed not knowing what was coming next. I was surprised to feel her hands softly caressing my buttocks. It was almost like she was gently trying to touch the pain away. Her loving hands brought. My heart was racing and my throat had dried up already. What came next really threw me because while sex between Tracey and me had always been good, it was fairly conventional.Tracey asked Cathy “So what was it like fucking a black man?” “Well, he had great equipment and the actual fucking was great” replied Cathy “but he relied totally on his size and wasn’t very good in other departments, you know, like eating cunt.” I could not believe that my wife and this seemingly shy woman were using. “But I can think of a few things to do with it,” I said and dropped my hand to the front of her one-piece white nightgown. My right index finger hooked her blouse at her plunging neckline and I pulled it down. Her right nipple popped free and I wiggled the neckline until I could see her left nipple. Both nipples were engorged and I smiled, “Wearing any panties?”She smiled back and started to answer, “Nah, that’s what I was trying to tell you.” She had remembered what she was trying to tell me. ... ma toute petite culotte. Elle comporte des odeurs savoureuses, des petites traces coquines. Les hommes ne peuvent l'ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont frotté pendant des jours sur ce petit bout de tissu. Vous pourrez vous endormir avec, vous masturber, la contempler, la ranger avec d'autres petites culottes (peut être encore les miennes ...). Bref c'est un petit bout de moi qui sera avec vous. A votre demande j'aurais pu faire pipi dans ma culotte, ou laisser de légères.