Maybe I was a bit of a pain slut. Hey, I’ve read an internet story or two(thousand). Not really though. I was actually afraid of pain, the swats Mik...e gave me when I didn’t behave were very effective because of it. And I never, ever, ever, want to piss him off enough to use that ping pong paddle on me! I rubbed my bottom in remembered pain.I bounced up, showered the sex smell and residue off me, dressed in the cutest(and shortest)pair of shorts I had. Keep him wanting it was the surest way to. “I’m okay. Just stupid. I’m okay,” I kept muttering. That wasn’t good enough for Jock. He checked the several areas of road rash on my arms and legs and told me not to move while he checked my eyes and to see if I’d broken anything. Then he was on his cell phone to my mother!“My assessment is that there is nothing broken and only a few lesions. Most guys I’d have just get up and walk it off. With Jacob’s history, I wanted to consult with you first.”While Jock was talking to my mother, Livy. The collar was very low, showing her creamy, flushed cleavage, the drops of sweat rolling towards her neck, the hem way above her belly button.So far it was the hottest night of the year and heat always made her, thoughtful and horny.Her flushed face showed her arousal; chocolate strings of hair adhered to her cheeks and neck.As she what to do now that she was awoke her fingers skimmed through the sweat on her exposed stomach, feeling the heat rising out of her skin. She started thinking about. After that I licked and sucked her stomach and put my tongue into her navel and went down again to her pussy. She had the tie in her hand and holding me like a leashed dog. What she did next surprised me..she led me by the collar to the bathroom and asked me to lie down on the floor and then she lowered her pussy on my face and started peeing all over my face..when she saw that I was trying to avoid swallowing her pee she forced me to open my mouth and peed directly in making me drink her pee..