"Darla," he said over dinner that night, "how would you like to make this living arrangement more permanent?" Tim," she replied, "I think I am comfort...able with it. So much so in fact that I feel very safe with you. If it didn't just feel too right, I would consider marrying you some day." What do you mean 'too right'?" asked Tim."Sort of like, 'fairy tale, dream come true' right," Darla answered. "You have been a perfect gentleman, given me my space to deal with my rape, held and protected me. I just don’t want to get in the way for now.”“Mom, you know you are welcome anytime you want to join in.”“Thank you guys” my mom smiled as she hugged both of us, which was kind of strange given that Sara and I were both naked and my mom still had her dress on. “Now you two go shower and we can go out and get some dinner”Prologue- EmmaSara hopped into the shower and I got on my computer to check my email. I saw a message from an Emma Chapman:Will,I know we haven’t seen each other in like 10. The orgasmic fire swelled and grew, threatening to break free and ravage my body but I held it back. Not because I felt guilty, but because Andre had trained me to hold back. He had taught me to hold back the orgasm for so long it became unbearable, hold back for so long that when I finally released it I would be reduced to a squirming, moaning hunk of flesh, unable to speak or walk as orgasm ravaged my body."You wanna cum?" Marigold asked."Not yet!" I told myself. "Not yet!"I hadn't pushed. Start with your mother". "Mummy has always spanked me. When I was young she would spank me over her knee with her hand, she would always do this with me naked and as a young boy she spanked hard. When I got older, about 12 or 13, she would sometimes punish me with a strap, I was always naked and she would bend me over the ends of my bed, or her bed, or the arm of a chair and strap my bottom. She would still spanked me with her hand but would use a strap if I had been very naughty, like telling.