“Aren’t you darling?” she whispered into his ear. He giggled at the tickling sensation. Helen arched a brow inquiringly at me.“A new child to ...foster,” I explained.“Munro is four,” Mum said. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?” He nodded.“His mummy has to have an operation and she has no relatives or a significant other to look after him. Everything’s a bit new for him, but mummy’ll be back home soon and then you can go home as well, can’t you?”She put him down, and Gina took his hand. “Come on, Munro,. I opened a bottle of wine while you undressed and turned the water on to the shower. I couldn't help but zone out as I stared at your figure; C tits that sagged a little, a feature you hated but one I grew to admire. A thin waist from your recent motivation for working out, and an ass that displayed curves from every angle. We soaped up and let our hands wander a bit, stopping to embrace in deep kisses as the excitement of our impending evening built up in both of us. I stopped the water and. After another 10 minutes he very quietly got up and walked over to her. He could tell by the relaxed look in her body that she did not know he was there. The first hit was swift and hard, he swung the crop and hit her right inner thigh. Amanda cried out in pain. Being relaxed made the sting from the hit that much harder. “You need to be quiet and take it like the slut you are.” The next time he swung, he hit her left buttock immediately followed by her right. This time she did not cry out in. Camaro nodded. She looked too young to be of legal drinking age butthen again so did his daughter. Lightly laced espressos were made andhanded out as each of the carolers started taking this and that from theanti-pasta dishes set before them. The drinks warmed them from theinside out and conversations become animated.Brandon joining in only when a question was posed kept his answersshort. He was a freshman at school, taking business and working atHelen's place. Only once did he forget he was.