Chapter 3 – Goodnight kiss Needing to put some distance between us, I went downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and the cool air felt... fresh and nice, so I just stood there for a while with the door open, not really looking for anything to eat or drink. Standing there taking deep breaths of fresh air, my mind wasnt a commotion of thoughts, instead it was quiet still, and the memories of my near sexual encounter with my teenage daughter were just slowly sinking in, letting my. ”“How many girls were there, from Melanie until, well, let’s say until you went to Sweden?”I ran through the list I’d complied and counted.“Twenty-three.”“And before Melanie it was just two, right?”“Yes.”“So about twenty percent of your encounters happened from age fourteen to just after you turned sixteen, and really, it was compressed into about two years, if I calculate correctly.”“Yes; July of ‘77 to July of ‘79.”“You averaged about two new girls a month then. How many in Sweden?”“Ten, by. The cute little angel had found heaven.The cute little angel almost passed out. Her body pressed hard against the other girl, the tingling of the flogger sending delicious tremors throughout her body it took her a while to realize that the flogging had stopped, that she was still writhing against another naked girl, even though there were no more blows, no reason to wriggle, but it felt so good. The cute little angel could feel her own nipples, swollen and hard, rubbing against the girl's. ..oh Mistress, I'll never disobey again, please Mistress, just let me-"She squeezes his cock hard, climbing up to straddle his legs and leaning low over him. "We wouldn't be forgetting our place already, would we?" N-no Mistress, never!" Good. Now." She runs her fingernails up his rigid cock, positioning herself above him. "Please me."She moans as she rides him like a rodeo bull, his throbbing member filling her completely, the pressure on her G spot with every thrust incredible as she takes.