You’re nearly there. You’re doing so well,’ she encouraged him. ‘I’m eighteen, not eight, Meg,’ he said crossly, but looking up he saw he ...was only a few feet away from the balcony. ‘Tony, put your foot on that branch. No! The other one! Okay, grab that branch above your head, that’s it,’ she coaxed him, ‘now lift your foot and put it on the rail.’ ‘Jesus, how do you do this?’ he asked as he stretched his leg out. ‘Practice. Okay, now give me your hand,’ she said, holding hers out. When their. "She turned, feeling the redness in her face as she decided she'd rather die than pee herself while hiking this way.She heard the whistle of the whip right before it laid across the backs of her thighs, a strip of acid-hot fire on her skin."If you have to pee, then pee, slut. Right now, while we're walking."He laid another stripe form the whip in the other direction and she burned, her face burning with shame, her thighs burning with the fire of he whip and her shoulders tensing and hurting, a. You kneel again and this time are rubbing the handle of the trowel you are using, your tongue is licking your lips as you continue to rub up and down the trowel, you smile, you notice the bulge in my trousers and continue the simulated masturbation. You are on your feet, time for some pricking out you say, I look bemused as you lead me to the shed. The door is closed our eyes adjust from the sunshine to the darker space, we are kissing, my hands are inside your shirt squeezing your breasts. You. "You see her don't you? You see your mom doing this," D said no longer in a whisper.In my aroused state I began to talk back to the questions that were asked of me."Tell me, Randy, you see her. Tell me." Oh... Yesss," I huffed."You like it don't you? You like feeling your mother grinding her body against yours." Oh. D. Yes. Oh. Yes."D had gotten me extremely excited again. And then she stopped and I felt her stand up. I opened my eyes and saw that mom had taken her place. My heartbeat quickened.