I felt the cool surface of the paddle on the skin of my suddenly incredibly vulnerable-feeling buttocks. Then I could no longer feel it and clenched i...n anticipation.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She struck my cheeks rapidly left-right-left. I grunted. It stung! My guess that Erica wouldn't go soft on me had been correct.CRACK! CRACK! WHACK!"OW!" I turned my head reproachfully. She had given me three fast full swings on my right cheek and the sting had built up to a crescendo."Steady on, Erica, that. I was pressing them one at a time. “Uhh……aaaaaa……… Somu you are hurting me. They are my boobs not your tennis ball.” I released my grips and massaged them with great ease.Her pinkish nipples have hardened and were pointing straight to my mouth. I rubbed them slowly with my palm. “Uhhh……..aaaaahh……uhhhhh, you are reaaaally treating them good, my loovvve, ouuuch, don’t stop carry on, aaaahhh…aahhh.Suck once, suuuck the other one.” her voice wrapped up in her throat every time she spoke something.. Without saying a word, Mother pushed down her shorts and knickers in one motion, and separating them after they were off, handing me her lnickers, which I quickly noticed were wet. Unabashedly, mum stepped into the silky material before Lyn and my watchful eyes, snuggling them into place. "How do they look?" she asked as she turned to display her arse to Lyn and me.I silently watched as Lyn extended her hand to caress the soft, smooth skin of Mother's arse, she said, "they look wonderful." Mum. No, that will never do, not for what this is to become between them. So, for now, he quickly jerks himself to a climax while watching her stand nervously at his door.Yes, this will be the dilemma between the Professor and Emma for their whole time together. Donald is in control, or is he? Emma could do something to him, taking him to where he would worship at her feet. But he is the one to be in control; she needs him to be, for her. And he needs to be, for himself too. Too often though,.