I realized suddenly that after my, ah, session, the night before, I had fallen asleep with my robe fully open. I also realized that my daughter’s kn...ee was firmly placed against my pussy.Kristy was cooing to me like I was an infant, encouraging me to suckle at her nipple, and telling me it would fill me up with her love and make me stronger. “That’s it, love, suck Mommy’s milk, drink it down, it will make you feel good and loved.” There wasn’t any milk coming from her breast, of course; it had. We embraced like never before, clinging on as if defying anyone to pull us apart. We continued to kiss, Corky gently sucking my bottom lip. My hands caressed his back and our tongues explored, dancing together. Corky broke the kiss and his fingers gripped the hem of his T-shirt, which I still wore to sleep in. His eyes were staring into mine, waiting for an answer from me. My approval. I slowly raised my arms and he knew it was okay to pull the shirt over my head. I wrapped my arms back around. You walked right into traffic. You’ve got to be a lot more careful.” He reached into his pocket and came towards me. He gave me a five and got back into his car.For a second, I felt as if my life was going better. Then I noticed that the cop car was back in its hiding spot. I couldn’t afford to talk to that cop again.The guys I was running from were also waiting on the other side of Eight Mile. Their message was clear. “You’ll come back soon bitch and when you do...”A lot of cars passed me on. .umm...humiliation. What really turns me on is the humiliation of getting the spanking. Is that weird?" she asked."Not at all," Misty replied. "I think that's what gives me a thrill too. I mean, yes, the pain is important...hell, it wouldn't be a spanking if it didn't hurt, right?" she grinned. "But what really gets me hot is the fact that I have to bend over and present my ass to someone, knowing that they're going to beat it." How dumb is that?" Beth laughed. "But I'm just as dumb. I'd do it.