“Honestly, Mr. Thompkins, I don’t know what to say,” I told him.Tom looked at him, then at me and asked, “Is this real?”“Yes, this is real... and I want to tell you, SaWaSa Produce Corporation is now the largest depositor in my bank as of last Friday. How much more of this first crop does SaWaSa have left to ship?”“We have about two more days after today and the shipping will be over until our next harvest beginning late October or mid November – That’s what Tom and Juan Carlos tell me anyway.. I want to see you lick the head and balls. I want to see slobber running down your chin. I want you to do it like you would a real cock." And with that she moved in front of me and placed her hand on my shoulder, pushing me down.I looked at the bobbing fake dick in front of me. I looked up at her and she smiled and stepped forward. "Open up cocksucker." My dick flinched again with excitement as I took her cock into my mouth.The adrenaline running in my veins broke free and I began sucking her. I braced myself as Miss Norman positioned her cane across the centre of both buttocks and then drew back her arm. With a sound THWACK, the stick landed on my bum and as usual for a brief moment I felt no real pain and then a searing line of fire scorched across me. There was no time to react because numbers two and three quickly followed it within an inch of the first and across both cheeks. As the fourth was on its way I flinched to one side and so the stroke fell awkwardly mainly on my right. Since we think ... scratch that since Stacy thinks that Michael might be my father, we needed a method for getting his swab without his knowing it. Yes, that sounds incredibly stupid, but when you're in love, you do what you do.We swabbed each other, which was kind of fun and sealed those up tight. Stacy's idea for Michael was to get him over to our place, and get him drunk enough to consent. Yeah, nothing can go wrong with that plan?We started getting RSVPs and suddenly the wedding seemed real.