You flog me hard, over and over as I tease my cock to life for you. The shaft stiffens in my hand. It stiffens for you Mistress. You arouse me. You fi...ll me with desire. My cock stands erect and proud for you. I am sure my back is red and raw before you are half way satisfied. You have flogged me without mercy. Only the cool of the raindrops soothe my burning skin. “You fucking slut,” you hiss as you crack the strands of the flogger over my abused back. You know this harsh treatment will. I never heard mom say that kind of word in Tamil ever before. This made me so horny, I started to stroke while watching her. Her side view observed some movement, she saw to the left and jumped off the sofa!She screamed, “Oh my god! Shit shit! You scared me! Why were you so silent? I could have gotten a heart attack!”Me: I didn’t want to disturb your act, mom! It looked like you enjoyed it very much!I said while smiling. She then remembered the word she used and realized her finger was still. Even though we were mentally linked, we were never physically linked. I chose Kaleen as my first experiment because I knew even if she got all hot and lovey, I wouldn’t do anything with her; she was too fucking skinny, had tiny tits, she wasn’t my type.“That’s pretty, where did you get it?”“At the flea market, some old guy had a bunch of these, I picked the green one because it reminds me of humming bird colors.”Kaleen lifted the top and jiggled the bottle, watching the liquid. She lifted it. Rolling backwards on my shoulders, I raised my legs and bottom in the air and propped with my elbows to hold there. My stockinged legs spread wide and straight around his body and – with a little positioning – the tip of his erection touching my open pussy lips. “Left foot red?” he questioned. “Red, pink, whatever,” I said. “Don’t feel constrained by rules. Just put something somewhere.” I didn’t get a response, then, “Please, Sir.” And with that he rocked forward a little, changing the angle.