After a moment you feel the soft drag of multiple leather knots glide across your breasts and belly. You recognize immediately that he has brought out... a flogger. He lightly drags the tips up and down your body, and across your hard, clamped nipples.The sensation is light, soft – raising goosebumps all along your body. The tips suddenly lift off of your body and you hear a soft “whoosh” of air as they whip back down, stinging your skin and making you yelp. He then drags them across your breasts. She sat back also. I said, “One more to go.”“How do we do that?”“I have an idea that could be fun if you are interested.”“Absolutely. Dear, you’re turning me into a dog-slut like you. Well, maybe not quite that much, but give me time.”We laugh. I am amused as much by my mom’s openness to sex, fucking and dog-fucking as much as the comment. “Like daughter, like mom, is that it? Okay, I want you to take the dog on all fours. I will slither underneath you and lick and suck the two of you.”“That. In fact I was quite an expert on their undies, and loved chatting to them knowing much more about them than they suspected, especially how their holes smelt. In fact once I chatted to Kari while I was wearing one of her thongs and had one of her tampons snugly up my arse!Kari was Indian and dressed like a whore. She generally wore short skirts and owned no panties bigger than a tiny thong. Her tits were genuinely massive – you know that Dolly Parton’s tits are 40DD? Well Kari’s were 38DD!!! (I. “Lieutenant Thomas Grey, come aboard, Sir!”“Lieutenant Adam Bingham. I’m second. Welcome aboard, Mr. Grey!” He turned to a young volunteer. “Run and rouse the wardroom steward!”Fifteen minutes later, Thomas was settled in his new quarters. The cabin with his cot (not a hammock!), a stool and a tiny desk, was separated from the wardroom by a latticed door. As tiny as this stall was, it was the second-largest of the cabins, the smaller ones being used by junior wardroom officers as were the.