All I knew was at times the paddle was set aside and replaced by hand slaps that stung all the more. Then suddenly Mistress L released me and I hun...g my head trying to keep my head from exploding as the blows across my bottom continued. Then I felt Mistress take a latex glove, heavily lubricated, and began stroking my cock as she bent over my back and kissed my neck ears and shoulders. Her arm wrapped over my chest and she began to pinch and pull my nipples as she pressed her breasts into. I hadn't always been a nearly thirty's housewife, no when I was younger I was a bit of a wild thing. Guys are allowed to sow their wild oats and I made sure I did too. I finished my drink and my hands moved to cup my size 'C' breasts. I always loved having my tits worshiped; fondled and squeezed, made my pussy wet whenever some guy did it. Made my pussy wet now as I did it to myself."Shit," I said softly for my own personal love machine was in my bedside draw and there was no way I was going to. As a teenage girl she was self-centred and lust was on her mind. And she was confident that her night of sex with James was a big secret.That was just fine by me but I could detect signs in her behaviour of the hunger she now felt for more. Having glimpse into the garden of Eden she now yearned for the key to the gate.The vision of her riding James came to me each night in bed. I had to masturbate using my vibrator to quell the lust it gave me. I visualised myself pleasing James by fucking. I had kept possession of his laptop and the memory card after we got to Springfield. I knew that I'd need them to sort this mess out. I was also the only one who knew they existed aside from Brock and Wanda.BrockI woke up again and I could breathe a little easier, the pain was less than it had been. I wasn't in the glass walled room anymore. I was confused and wasn't sure where I was. Then the memories started. They were all fuzzy and disconnected, disjointed. My despair began to mount as I.