’ A few seconds later, I feel my pants unbuttoned and zippered pulled down and then my cock his the cold air. Then it’s warm again as your hand wr...aps around my flesh and start to slowly pump and tease it. I start to feel your hand going faster and faster. You look down and say ‘Oh god, never saw this much precome’ and you lean down and slowly lick it off. I about explode there but you keep slowly pumping. As you do, you look at me and say ‘Do you want to come, you just have to ask.’ as you go. "What?" I laughed at him, forgetting the girl. "You have no idea what my mom is like." She's black, right?" Michael asked and I nodded."A hundred and ten percent," I agreed."She puts out," he said, like it was a fact that everyone knew."What?" I wondered if I shouldn't slap him then."Your mom, if she's really black? She fucks like a rabbit." Michael grinned at me."Yeah right!" I rolled my eyes. "You're so confused." No way, listen..." Michael licked his lips. "Does she look like you? How old is. Miranda was an investigative journalist who had picked up on a missing-persons' case. Pretty girls were disappearing all over town. Miranda had hit on the fact that the wave had started when The Dolly Shoppe had come to town. Bob closed the gate as the announcement that the mall was closing sounded over the PA. Miranda approached the gate and checked the GPS on her cell phone. She left and circled around to the back of the mall, waiting until all the cars were gone from the employee lot.. I was cold. I couldn’t see anything. You made me kneel. It was scary. I was - uhm, my head hurt, my body ... I ... It was weird.”“Go on.”“You whipped me.”“Flogged, but do tell me, how did it feel?”“It hurt.”“What else?”She paused. A flush was coming over her cheeks. “I ... I felt stinging and my skin felt hot...” She cast her eyes back to him.“Go on, dear. We both know there is more. There is no time for games anymore. We can be honest with each other.” He was staring into her eyes leaving her.