I would have to make up some excuse for my dad. I started up my car and waited in the long line to get out of the parking lot, which was the reason I ...always made a b line to my car. How did things go with your mom last night? I asked him. Mmm, fine. She didnt suspect anything and pretty much just went to bed. It was more annoying then anything. We finally got out of the parking lot and rode in silence for a minute. I glanced over at Ricky and noticed him looking at my jeans. Is something wrong. She was running her fingers in circles beneath the bibs and I could only imagine how hard and succulent her nipples were getting. I hurried back up and loaded my crates with the iron pieces and last of the hardware and then returned down the steps. This time she had pulled the bibs down and was naked from the waist up. She had really small dark brown areolas that were only fractionally bigger than the nipples that poked out at least three quarters of an inch from the round full firm flesh on. Master remarked "what a sweet lilttle ass for punishment, and mocked "this is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me". He slammed the paddle down on my ass as hard as he could and I jumped up off the bench until the cuffs pulled me back down, true to his word, he was not going to be giving me love taps. He continued pounding my ass with the paddle as I whimpered through the ballgag and tried not to cry as he turned my ass crimson red. He paddled me with what seemed like hours but was probably. She stared at the cock knob, watching the piss hole open up to spit out little droplets of cream. "Does this feel better, Walter? Is this how you touch your prick when you jack off?" "I think it would feel a lot better if you sucked on it, Mrs. Kelly." "That might be therapeutic too, Walter. To see your reaction." By now a great deal of sticky, milky cock juice had dribbled out of Walter's cock head. Margaret pressed her palm on the cock knob, coating it with her.