Thenit stopped, and she heard the sergeant say something. But she didn't know whatit was, because she felt suddenly and completely exhausted by the an...guish,her mind in state of numbed awareness, without real thought, floating somewhereat the edge of the terrible pain filling her bottom. The sergeant had gone behind her again to hang the whip back up on the rackbut, while she was there, stopped to gaze shamelessly between Tracy's thighs,at the details of her sex in the white recesses of her. Alexis and I smile at each other, and then we lean down and kiss mom’s cheeks before moving to her lips. We kiss down her body and we each pull on of her large nipples into our mouths sucking, licking, and nibbling on them.“Oh god you two are so good with your mouths.” Mom moans.Hear this we move down her body more. She spreads her legs wide to let both of us slide our heads between her legs. Her nice shaven pussy begging to be licked. Alexis and I dive face first into her pussy and start. He did. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to prove that he was a lot stronger than she was."It's just Kennedy," she'd told him. "I'm not a Miss."Mr. Glastonbury had smiled at her. "It is either Miss or Ms. I'm not very fond of the latter; it sounds rude. Miss Kennedy, our names no more go naked into the world than we do."He had a British accent, like the butler of Family Affair, she thought. That was kind of cool!Mr. Glastonbury turned to her stepfather. "Thank you, Mr. Stuyvesant, I'll. ’ Mimsy is safe. Ms. Dorazon is the fitness and psychological coordinator of the halfway house. She is one of those who think the two are the same. I think Ms. Dorazon could bring legwarmers back in style singlehandedly if she didn’t care so much about working here. She runs all of the daily activities and group sessions and is the only real supervision in the place, though there must be someone else besides Mimsy who checks up on the guests. Ms. Dorazon is taking me on my first day tour of.