”“Mommy gets naked for her spankings, too.”“Mommy’s an adult. How long has your Daddy spanked you naked?”“As long as I can remember, wh...en I was little if I did something bad he spanked me that way.”“Does he do anything else?”“He holds me on his lap and rubs my bottom until I stop crying, sometimes, I can’t stop crying and he does things that make me feel good and I stop.”“What else does he do?”Annie knew it was wrong, I’m sure her father had told her not to tell anyone.“Annie, what else?”“He. She closed her eyes and saw again Viola's bleeding back. She still missed that girl sometimes, but the memory of staggering dazedly out of the wood after her fearsome beating by Clementine hands and seeing the look of joy on her face as the winner carried her off had destroyed much of the love she had once felt.One day she drove out to Viola's house in the country. It was not so much that she hoped to see Viola again, and she very much doubted that her former lover/sex slave had been near. Once I’d finally accepted that James didn’t want children, making the decision to split from him had been easy. I couldn’t contemplate a childless future–working with them wasn’t enough. I wanted my own. What I hadn’t anticipated four years ago was that I might never find a partner to have them with. But now, I thought, my suddenly shaky fingers creeping down to my lower abdomen, there could already be a tiny life inside me… The sound of a handbell ringing from inside the old Victorian house. My black new friend was looking down into my cleavage. His broad dark hand rested on the huge bulge in his lap, as I could not keep my eyes off of his over sized cock. It was making me crazy. My own juices were flowing.My nipples were painfully erect against the thin material as I figured Iwas about to make my next move. Easing my hand onto my unclad leg, Ibegan to stroke my inner thighs slowly for him to see. Moments later, he watched as my fingers brushed between the moistened thick lips and.