He should have been thankful that it was over, but instead, he was left unsatisfied. He longed for more. He hoped the horny director would ask for ano...ther take, but it didn’t happen. He wanted more, much more than what he had just witnessed. His mind began running wild with imagination.He wanted someone else to feel her breasts on his behalf so he could imagine their softness. He couldn’t accept that it was over. He began frantically searching through the script to see if there was more. To his. His mates were still back in the room they shared in the pensione just outside the town. He could imagine Baz still in bed with Tina and Dave with Sue, the girls they had got off with last night. Paul had been less lucky. The girl he'd focused on had collapsed in a pool of vomit and had to be helped back to her hotel by her friends, while he tailed behind Baz and Dave and their fresh conquests. Their score rate was always more impressive when they held back on the booze, though the general haze. She hung up the blue suit jacket and the light behind her silhouetted her breasts through a plain white silk blouse. The snap at her hip was loosened and the skirt fell to the floor and I watched as she retrieved it and hung it in the closet. The blouse followed and she was standing in a full white slip with lace at the top and bottom. I think it was that moment when I fell completely in love with my mother. I mean not like motherly love. I mean full blown love. I just adored the creamy. Katherine lets out a cry of pain. But is it just pain? Keswick stands in front of Katherine, watching her expressions with cruel detachment. Her discomfort is obvious as the whipping grows lengthy. Her ankles tense and she rocks forward with each stroke. She grunts as her master strikes her forcefully. “Perhaps this lesson will ensure no more late-night forays?” Quincy asks, landing yet another stroke. “Yes, m’lord, never again…” Katherine whimpers. The whipping stops as abruptly as it started..