. wait a minute! . . . I look up at the mirrored ceiling (canopy gone, it's a dream-remember?) I see reflected his tush, and it has a distinctive rud...dy mark in the exact place that . . . OH MY GOD! It's Danny and that monstrous tool is poised to invade his mother's sacred grotto. YES!! Why not! Give in to sin! Incest is best! I eager awaited my lover. Any moment now he will enter my cunny. 'In-cumming!' like bombs dropping, falling missiles, a meat-missile, BANG! He was going to bang. The lash had no more than landed, and theassistant was saying "stroke TWO!". This was a quick one, as she barelyhad time to recuperate from the first stroke and she heard the distinctsound of the whip flying through the air, then she felt it land on her backagain. This strokes pain was so fierce, it took her breath away, and allthat came out of her mouth was a silent scream. "stroke THREE!" she heard,and Whoosh! *Fitht*, the third stroke landed between the first two. Sashahugged the. Martha squirmed in her seat. The shame she felt being asked to 'display herself' by her husband fed her sexual excitement."Please," she pleaded quietly, "don't make me do this. It's indecent." You are my wife now, and I will tell you what is decent and indecent. Your will do everything I tell you to do." He pulled her closer and spoke softly in her ear. "Now quit making a scene and do as you are told."'Making a scene' according to her mother was the worst thing a person could do. Martha often. After a few minutes, her lips parted, and we gently touched just the tips of our tongues. I cupped one of her butt cheeks in my hand and squeezed, and she did the same to me.Our tongues gently explored every nook and cranny of our mouths, exerting only gentle pressure. It felt to me like we were building up to something tremendous. We had never taken so long in the simple preliminaries. I moved my hand from her butt to her side and then placed my hand flat across her firm breast. I simply left.