Mary was a special person in her life, as with all the shit going on in Samantha's life with Bob, it seemed that Jake was less then kid and gentle. W...hen Mary began to wear long sleeved shirts on the hot summer days, it was a call to Sam, at least in Sam's mind, that she needed to find a way to help Mary.The last week prior to the start of their trip, Sam began in earnest to find out if she could even seriously make it work. She treated him more harshly, though never really whipping him. She. I was about to get the surprise of a lifetime. I stumbled into the hallway intent on the bathroom when I heard some mewling groans coming from the master bedroom. I couldn’t contain my curiosity; I stepped towards the door and nudged it open. Judy was prostrate on the bed, on her belly, her hands handcuffed to the headboard. Behind her was my sixteen year old slave and lover, Rachel. Rachel was nude except for a leather harness. The strap on cock that she wore had to have been at least ten. My son, of course, coming up inside my cunt, my ass and my mouth, but I wasn't going to tell him that, was I? I'd forgotten just how much energy young men have. I think my son's cock must have been erect for the best part of the day, much of it deep inside me I'm pleased to say, and even if it wasn't, his hands were massaging my breasts or his fingers were working their magic inside my cunt or my ass, or I was displaying my body to him in the sluttiest ways I could to get him going again. We. In the bag was my leather tawse and riding crop. I offered it up to her.‘Take your pick.’‘What’s this?’She took the bag from me and opened it. Taking out the riding crop, Lorraine gave me a hard look. She flexed it. It was about twenty-four inches long and made of red nylon, with a black handle at one end, and a black keeper on the other. She thwapped it into her hands a couple of times.‘This will do the job! If I use this on you, it’s really going to hurt,’ she said evenly. ‘You will get the.