” I didn’t tell her I had sent Spanker lots of photos of Deb naked in various poses that were supposed to be private. “I wouldn’t have invited... him if I thought he might hurt you, other than a little whipping, like the kind I give you. Pain makes pleasure. You know that.” Deb looked down at the floor, sighed, and went back to her baking. The front door bell rang punctually at 7. It was Spanker.“C’mon in and meet Deb.”She extended her hand and he took it in his and held it. Before it got awkward,. "Hunk."As in 'My Son, the Hunk'. I just thought how handsome you looked as you came through the door. Reminded me of your father. He was about your age - a year older - when we first, er, met." The first time you made love, you mean," I said boldly. She just laughed. "Could be," she said quietly. "Could be, my darling." Mum?" I asked. "How do you know when you're in love?" Love? Or lust?" Could it be both?" I questioned."You BET. Who is she?" It's not as simple as that, mama." OK, who is HE?" I. ”“I bet I took my time didn’t I?”“What?”She laughed, her hands moving to her waist, and then turned around. “See… it’s one of those moves. To get attention. I step out of the water slowly, then I reach back like this….She repeated the motion, pulling the triangle nearly all the way, so that all I was missing lay in the thin crevice between her left cheek.“And take my time…”I was still so hard.“I guess it still works.”She turned, her fingers slowly playing with the strap of her bikini. “So… are. Christian’s mouth moved up and down my neck before dropping to my breasts. While he kissed and licked me all over, his hands were busy, stroking my sides and teasing my belly button. His hand brushed my hip and I whimpered, lifting my knee to part my legs for him. But he ran his palm down the outside of my leg, tickling the underside of my knee before sliding down my calf. ‘God, why are you teasing me?’ My voice was a low whisper and Christian only continued with his slow torture. ‘It just.