“Right, Mum. If that’s what you want, I’m going to do it. I’m going to spank you! What do you say to that?” It was half question, half chall...enge. I still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I was sure this would have her protesting. But I’d misjudged her.“Alright, Kate. I wouldn’t say it’s what I want — not really. But — but I know I deserve it and I leave the decision up to you.”Christ! She really did mean it! I was still a little bit in shock, but didn’t want her to see it.“Yes, you do. ’ ‘I’ll think about it. It would be good to be there at the kill.’ ‘As long as you’re a spectator and not a participant. I’ll see you in the morning, so don’t go anywhere until I get here.’ I checked in and was given a key to my room. I unpacked and took my notes from my bag and sat on the bed to read through them for the millionth time. I could just about recite the whole fifty odd pages by rote if necessary. There was a knock on the door that I answered, to be faced by the young woman from. I went into the bathroom to change and get slut on. I had brought a matching white bra and panties, white stalkings, and a simple blue dress which could be taken off easily or pushed up or down my body if they wanted to keep it on. When I came his friend still wasn't there so I sat down on the bed to wait.It didn't take long before his hand found knee, and then slowly up my inner thigh. I smiled and let him run his hands across body. When he started kiss neck, I started rub his cock through his. Ever since I visited her three years ago to attend her wedding, I've wanted to go back there. I know that Chicago isn't the nicest place on the planet. They have crime and all of the other ills that every big modern city has. But the difference is that its ills and even its evils are clean, human problems. They don't reek with the touch of evil that permeates the air here.Maybe it's the fact that because of the water table we have to bury the dead above ground. And that keeps them so close to.