Chapter 1

Jason closes the penthouse door behind him and shuffles through the pile of
bills in his hand. Coming across a Wyndam's bill, he opens it and smiles.
"Carly, get down here," he calls up to her.

"Shhh, Mike is sleeping," she responds in a hushed whisper. Seeing the
cross look on Jason's face she smiles nervously. "What's up?"

"My expenses," he replies dryly.

"Huh?"

"What did you buy at Wyndam's?" he asks, his steel blue eyes boring into her.

"Baby stuff." The glare she receives from him reminds her that lying to him
is futile. "I'm sorry, I bought clothes and some jewelry."

"Why are you sorry?" Jason stares at her, taking in her radiant beauty as
she bites her lower lip nervously.

"What do you mean?" She whispers.

"Don't toy with me, Caroline." His voice is harsh as he takes a step
towards her. She is stunned by the use of her real name. "Your name is
Caroline right?"

"Yes... but..." she begins, but his finger touches her lips as he shakes
his head.

"Don't speak except to answer my questions," he orders, enjoying the anger
that flashes in her eyes. "You are very ill disciplined, Caroline." Her
name slides smoothly over his lips as he cups her chin in his hand, forcing
her to look up at him. "What kind of example will you set for Michael when
almost every word out of your mouth is a lie?"

"Jason..." she whispers, only to have him place his hand over her mouth.

"I told you only to speak when spoken to, and yet you are still flapping
that trap. Maybe I should gag you and see how you respond to that?" His
voice is firm as he watches her twist away from his grip.

"Fuck you, Morgan. I'm not some slave you can order around," Carly hisses
angrily.

"Pack your bags, Reinaldo will escort you wherever you need to go." He
turns his back on her and begins walking away.

"What? You're throwing me out? What about Michael?" Her voice is frantic as
she watches him continue up the stairs. "Jason!  Please, I have no where
else to go."

He stops and then slowly turns towards her. "Michael can stay, but for you
to stay there will be changes made around here."

Realizing her predicament, she nods slightly, staring down at her hands as
he descends down the stairs and walks towards her.

"The lying will stop. You're a mother, and that makes you the example
setter for Mike. I will ask you every night if you've lied during the day,
and you will answer me and tell me how many times and to whom you lied,
too. Do you understand?" He fights a smile as she nods her head. "I didn't
hear you."

"Yes, I understand," she replies softly, her brown eyes whelling with tears
of frustration.

"Every time you lie, you will be punished - privileges loss or a sound
spanking. You should have been taught this when you were a kid, but I know
you're a good person, Caroline, I don't want to give up on you." He cups
her chin again, his fingers gently caressing her pouty lips. "Carly is a
lie, from here on out in this home you will be called Caroline. You will
only answer to Caroline. I have noticed how well you have kept the
penthouse clean, and the meals you've been preparing are great. You will
continue on this routine everyday. Aside from that, your time is yours. You
won't spend money without my approval, and you will show me respect. Can
you live with these conditions?"

"Do I have a choice?" she mutters sarcastically.

"Caroline, you've already lied to me and disrespected me with your filthy
language, you really want to displease me further?" Jason asks harshly.

"No, I'm sorry Jason. I don't like the rules, and I hate the consequences,
but I trust you, you wouldn't hurt me and I have no other place to go. Yes,
I can live with the conditions." She looks up at him with curiosity. "Will
my services be required in the bedroom as well?"

Jason looks at her curiously. "You would prostitute yourself just to stay
here?"

Her gaze drops to the floor as her face flushes with embarrassment. He
gently lifts her face and smiles at her. "If you come to me in my bedroom,
it will be because you want to be there, not to pay off some debt you feel
you owe me." He takes her by the hand and leads her to the dining room.
Pulling out a chair he takes a seat, leaving her to stand by his side.
"Since I just laid out the ground rules for you, I'll only punish the lying
offense. Take your pick, loss of a privilege, or a spanking?"

"May I ask which privilege I would lose?" She whispers softly.

He considers for a moment and then smiles. "Your mouth."

"Excuse me?"

"You won't be allowed to talk or eat tonight, you lose the use of your
mouth," he responds.

Making her decision quickly, she drapes herself over his knees. "Go for it."

He can't resist chuckling at her willingness to take her punishment. For a
moment he just studies her firm body, the way her hair falls towards the
ground, her muscular legs, barely hidden under her short baby doll dress.
His hand placed firmly on the small of her back, he uses his free hand to
slide her dress up her back. She gasps as the cool air hits her newly bared
skin, as his hand begins to rub small circles across her ass. He raises his
hand and slaps her sharply across her right buttock, and then her left.
Again and again his hand falls as she fights to stay across his lap. He has
no rhythm that she can follow, so she is unable to brace herself for the
next slap of his firm hand. So firm that she can't imagine any instrument
that could cause the flaming under her panties. He stops, and she sighs in
relief only to feel him tug her panties down over her bottom and to her
knees. "Jason, please, it hurts." She protests, as his hand begins to
massage her tender flesh.

Jason breathes in the scent of her, the sweet smell of her perfume mixed
with something that seems familiar. His hand falls between her legs as he
discovers that the familiar scent is her excitement. She gasps as a finger
slips between her moist vagina, it takes all his will power to pull his
hand away and set back to the task at hand. She lets out a groan of
disappointment as he begins to spank her again. His hand works vigorously
over her already pink backside. Her lips begin to tremble as her eyes well
up with tears. It suddenly hits her, she lied to him, the man who took her
in, listened to her spill her sad, pathetic story, and moved heaven and
earth to ensure she kept custody of her son. The man who lost the love of
his life because he refused to kick her and the baby out. She deserved this
spanking and so much more. Tears spill over her cheeks as she raises her
ass up to meet his hand. She is determined to take everything he can give
her as she bucks towards him with a wild passion that overtakes her mind,
body and soul. She doesn't even realize he has stopped until he pulls her
weeping body up into his lap and rocks her gently.

"Shhh, it's over, are you okay?" His words are so tender, that it surprises
them both.

She feels him wipe the remaining tears from her cheek as she takes the hand
that spanked her and kisses it gently. "Thank you."

"Excuse me?"

She doesn't explain as she climbs off his lap and kneels before him. He
watches with fascination as she eagerly unzips his pants and frees his
throbbing penis. She engulfs him into her wet mouth as she bobs up and down
on his shaft. He lets out a groan as his hands find her soft, silky hair
and help her find a comfortable rhythm for them both. She sucks him in her
own special little routine, taking him deep... waiting, pulling up slowly,
circling his head with the tip of her tongue, slowly pulling his head into
her mouth, sucking it before engulfing him all the way and repeating her
pattern. He begins to toss his head from side to side as he feels his
orgasm threaten to come. "Carly, pull back." He whispers in a desperate
hoarse voice.

She shakes her head no, before milking his prick and swallowing every ounce
of his juice. She licks him clean and then grins up at him. "Aren't you
glad I chose a spanking? Couldn't have done that if I didn't have the use
of my mouth."

Carly rises from her knees, her eyes never breaking it's lustful gaze with
Jason's. His forehead has little beads of sweat on it, that she lovingly
wipes away. He is silent as his breathing begins to return to normal. She
waited by his side, not saying a word, an act that shocks them both. He
reaches up to her, his hand gently fondling her breast, tugging at her
hardening nipples, relishing the way her lips part ever so slightly as a
soft gasp escapes from her lips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers as he brings her hand to his lips,
turning it so that his lips rest against her quickening pulse. He brushes
gentle kisses over her soft skin as she moans softly.

"Jason.." She doesn't finish her thought as he pulls her towards him,
pushing her to her knees, bringing his lips to hers as their tongues begin
to explore each other's warm openings with unrequited vigor.

He pulls away and caresses her face in his hands. "I want to watch you." He
replies.

"Watch me do what?" Carly asks, knowing she will complete any request that
he makes. She is lost in his steel blue eyes, her only desire is to please
him. To make him feel as safe and loved as he makes her.

"Dance. I want you to dance for me." His words are simple, and they
surprise him. Being with Caroline makes him feel things he never felt
before, more importantly making him want things he never fathomed before.
He watches as she pulls away from him and walks to the stereo. She finds a
cd that seems satisfactory and places it into the player. Music fills the
room as she begins to move her body to the erotic beat of the music.

I know how to wear the costume
I know how to wear the mask
I even like the feel of having to ask
I like the sound of your whistle
I like the way you wear your grin
I even like the taste of my will caving in
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie

She lifts a leg up on the chair, between his leg and slowly pulls her skirt
up. Tossing her hair right to left, she become lost in the music as she
eases down to straddle him.

Don't tell the captain
Don't you tell him what I've done
(Keep it coming)
(Keep it coming)
Stop

She begins to recline back, confidant that he will hold her so she won't
fall. She is right, his left hand moves under her as he finds a comfortable
hold on her. His right hand massages her firm body over the cotton baby doll
dress. He tugs and kneads at her ample breasts as she gyrates her body
against his in time to the music.

This is such a sweet collaboration
You've got the power, I got the shame
Funny thing is we both want somebody to blame
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie

She slowly rises and pushes her self off from his lap. She struts away from
him, purposely shaking her still throbbing backside in time with the music.
Turning towards him, she sinks to her knees and begins massaging her own
breasts, earning her a smile of satisfaction from Jason. Her hands grip her
tits roughly as she pushes herself up and down on the floor, her knees
scraping against the carpet. She begins to moan, he can't hear her sounds of
pleasure over the music, but he revels in the sight of her stroking her
body. Her hands move south as she raises her dress and inches towards her
vagina.

Don't tell the captain
Don't you tell him what I've done

Her hand covers her wet panties as she squeezes her pussy. She is so turned
on, that she doesn't know how to control herself from giving in to the
brimming orgasm. She can feel that he wishes for her to wait. To continue
her show, to wait until he orders her to release her passions. What has
happened to her? Since when does she wait for anyone?

I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie

Moving her hand away from her vagina, she begins to crawl towards him
slowly, her ass high in the air, shaking in time to the music. Her brown
eyes lock with his as she pleads with him to see how much she needs him to
please her. How much she needs to please him. His gaze nearly hypnotizes her
as he holds his hand out to her, and gently pulls her to her full height. He
easily lifts her into his arms and carries her towards his bedroom.

I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie for your love, I'm not a junkie

Tossing her down on the bed, it takes all his self control not to ravish her
in a few quick and hard thrusts. He studies her, practically shaking on the
bed, begging him with her eyes to take her. She has give him so much
pleasure tonight, he wants to return the favor. "Strip." He orders. She
quickly tosses her dress and panties on to the floor by the bed and waits
for his next order.

He slowly takes off his t-shirt, enjoying the hungry look that fills her
eyes as his muscular chest is revealed to her. His hands fiddle with his
belt and then his zipper, before stepping out of his jeans. His silk boxers
can't disguise his throbbing prick that begs for release. Stepping out of
them, he walks to the bed. He pushes her back on the pillow, and spreads her
legs wide. Her beautiful pussy glistens at him as his fingers gently stroke
her labia. She practically jumps at his touch. He is careful to only graze
her pussy, teasing her with his finger tips as she whimpers for more.

He lowers his head to her vagina, and darts his eager tongue between her
aroused lips. Finding her clit, he flicks it quickly, and then pulls back,
leaving her thriving on the bed. "Jason!" She whispers, careful not to yell
since the baby is sleeping down the hall.

"Shhh, relax and enjoy this." He croons before running his tongue over her
nub again. This time he is agonizingly slow, careful to make small delicate
circular motions that soon have her hips thrusting in the same direction.
Carly digs her nails into the sheets as he continues his sweet torture. As
soon as she is close to orgasm he pulls away, leaving her to shake with
desire. His hands rub her thighs and breasts as he waits for her to settle
down, and then begins the tongue lashing again.

He finally pulls away and easily turns her over, ordering her to her knees.
He kisses her now slightly pink bottom, rubbing his hands over her quivering
globes before entering her from behind. She thrusts back to him, taking him
deep, every thrust seems to touch her womb. She pants and moans as he grunts
along with her, their bodies thrusting, merging into each others to where
they almost seem to be as one. Together they climax, as she forces her face
into the pillow to muffle her screams and he holds on to her as he shakes
from his passion. Moments later he falls next to her and locked in each
other's arms, they find sleep.
 
 

The next day, Carly is finishing her chores when a knock comes at the door.
Rinaldo calls out to her. "Ms. Roberts, A.J. Quartermaine is here to see
you."

She sighs as she opens the door to a very disgusted A.J. "Morning Sunshine,
come on in."

A.J. stalks into the room angrily as he shoves a paper at her. "It's over
Carly, I know Jason is not the father of Michael."

Carly smiles at him snarkily. "Really? Prove he isn't." Remembering her
deal with Jason, she calls out to Rinaldo. "A.J. and I are going to take a
drive, could you stay with Michael?"

Rindalo smiles. "Sure, my kids are now schoolaged, I miss spending time
with infants. I will have Rick follow you and Jack will stay at the door."

"I really don't need an escort." Carly says with a winning smile. A.J.
watches her, his stomach turning at her act.

"No arguments, Miss. Boss says you are to always have an escort." Rinaldo
replies firmly.

In the car, A.J. turns to her. "Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want to go to hash this out." Her big brown eyes bore into
his as she runs her hand up his thigh. "You don't even want Michael, you
just
want me." She can't help taking pleasure in watching him squirm. Five months
of hell he's put her through over the baby stuff and finally she has found a
way to torture him.

A.J. pulls into his apartment parking lot and leads her upstairs, locking
the door behind them. His eyes take in her body, her shape already back
after having Michael. This woman has caused him so much pain, and yet..He
pulls her to him, breathing in as her leg slides against his own, his head
swimming in her perfume. She lowers her mouth to his and they begin to kiss,
softly at first. His hand moves down her back and then to her ass, she pulls
away and gasps as he squeezes her bottom, still soar from the workout Jason
had given it. He smiles at her, she can swear he enjoyed her moment of pain.
"Why are you flinching?" he asks.

Carly feels backed against the wall as she remembers her agreement with
Jason. If she lies to A.J. he will punish her. But to tell him the truth
would be humiliating... she looks at him with desperation before making her
decision. "My ass hurts." She replies simply.

A.J. cocks an eyebrow at her. "Why? You fall down or something?" God, he
wasn't going to make this easy on her. "No, I didn't fall down."

"Then why does your ass hurt, Carly?" A.J. takes a step towards her as she
backs up against the wall. "I can only think of one other reason your ass
could be hurting, but surely I can't be right."

"A.J." She whispers, as he closes in on her. His hands rest on either side
of her, pinning her between him and the cool concrete wall.

"Tell me Carly, did someone spank you?" His words cause her to blush as he
delights in her humiliation. Finally, the tables have turned. He was no
longer twisting in the wind because of her, instead she was practically
begging for him to back away. "Carly?"

"Yes. Jason spanked me. Now move so I can leave." She hisses, waiting for
him to move.

"Why would Jason spank you? You must have wanted him too, I mean you're a
grown woman, he couldn't have punished you unless you agreed to it." His
eyes darken as an eery smile spreads across his face. "I take that back, you
punished me and I never gave you permission."

"A.J., i'm sorry that I hurt you." She whispers, geniuinely regretting the
hell she put him through.

"Really? You honestly expect me to believe that you are sorry? Forgive me,
but you are the queen of lies, sweetheart. I don't believe anything you
say." He moves away from the wall and tosses her coat to her. "Get out, I
don't expect to get anything accomplished with you."

"Do you really want to take Michael away from me?" She asks as she grabs her
coat.

He is quiet for a moment, as he looks deep into her soulfill eyes.
Everything she did to him is still so raw, yet he can't hate her. Somewhere,
deep inside him he understands the desperation that she feels. Never
recieving the acceptance they desired, they are so much more alike than
different. "No, but why do you want to keep him from me?"

"I don't, I just want to remain his mother. You were so angry with me." She
looks down at the floor and laughs a nervous giggle. "I gave you plenty of
reason to be, but you made me feel backed into a corner and I went for help.
I had to be able to fight you on an even playing ground. I am sorry for what
I did to you, and I do understand why you can't forgive me."

"I wish I could believe you, but your words say one thing while your actions
say another." He collapses into his sofa and holds his head in his hands.
She had been his best friend, and his worst enemy. She kneels in front of
him and lifts his chin, so that his eyes meet hers.

"Can I show you then?" She asks in a soft voice.

"How?" He whispers.

She shrugs her shoulders. "I took control from you in all of this. I guess
the only way I can make amends is to give you the control now. I will do as
you ask."

"Jason won't mind?" He asks, allowing her words to sink in.

"Jason told me my free time is my own. He is trying to teach me that there
are consequences for my actions, I think in some twisted way he would
approve." Carly lowers her gaze to the ground. "I meant what I said, you
have control. I will use my actions to prove that I have changed and that I
am sorry for what I have done." She raises her head and looks at him
hopefully. "Allow me to please you, I want to show you that I mean what I
say."

"Ok, please me Carly. If you are honestly willing to make amends for what
you have done, then you will come here, everyday for two hours. Once you
walk into this apartment you are mine, do you understand?" His voice is
firm, but not harsh.

"I understand." She replies meekly. "Do we begin today?"

He smiles. "Undress and go into the bedroom, I want you to wait by the
bedside, on your knees, your legs spread wide apart. You will show no
modesty here." He feels his prick threatening to bust out of his pants as
she quickly disrobes and hurries into his bedroom. He goes to the fridge and
fixes himself a glass of juice, walking into the room slowly. His breath is
taken away as he approaches her, her hands clasped behind her back, her
heavy breasts inviting his touch, her legs spread wide apart, allowing him
full view of her beautiful creamy thighs and glistening mound.

He takes an ice cube from his glass and grasps ahold of one of her breasts,
she holds her position as he runs the cold cube over her nipples, taking
delight as they become erect for him. He takes hold of her other breasts and
with the melting cube, gives it the same treatment. He alternates between
breasts until the cube has melted and her nipples are painfully erect. A.J.
can't hide his smile as an idea occurs to him. He walks to his closet and
retrieves two clothespins, making a mental note to visit the local adult toy
shop in the morning. Educating Carly was going to be a long and enlightening
experience.

Carly's eyes widen as he approaches with the clothespins. It doesn't take a
genious to figuere out his plans for them. She takes a deep breath as he
pinches her right nipple. She feels the clothespin clamp down on her aroused
nipple, the pressure causing her to gasp. He quickly applies the other
clothespin to her opposite nipple and then takes a step back to examine his
hand work. "You are magnificent, Carly."

"Thank you, A.J." She replies.

He cocks his head, as if in thought and then smiles. "No, A.J. won't be used
while you are being punished. I think Sir will do better. You will have to
earn the right to call me A.J."

"Yes Sir, anything you desire." She answers, unable to believe how easily
she gives in to his command. Has him and Jason found a part of her that she
didn't know was there?

He reaches back into his glass and pulls out another cube. His fingers
lightly touch her pussy lips as he spreads them apart and inserts the cold
cube. "Hold it there until it melts." He orders, before taking a seat on the
bed to watch her. She is overcome by the coldness as her pussy becomes numb
where the ice lays. She closes her eyes and prays for it to melt quickly.
"Open your eyes and keep them focused on me." He snaps at her angrily.

She quickly does as he says and soon feels the cool water run down her
thigh. "It's melted, Sir." She replies softly.

He holds his hand out to her and pulls her over his lap, his cool hands
massage her faintly pinked globes as he talks to her. "Did you like the feel
of Jason's hand slapping your ass?"

She blushes with shame as she replies honestly. "Yes Sir."

He slaps her right buttock sharply before pressing his left middle finger
into her wet cunt. She gasps as he probes her. He slaps her left buttock and
then the right, all the while fingering her soaping mound. She almost slides
off his lap as he warns her. "Fall off and i will tie you to the bed and
make it much worse."

Carly digs her toes into the carpet in hopes of keeping her position as A.J.
begins to paddle her ass in a steady, harsh fashion. His slaps are quick and
hard, unlike Jason's controlled smacks. She feels the tears spill over her
cheeks as she begins to buck against his hand. He inserts a second finger,
and begins flicking her clit as his hand slaps her harder and harder. Red
and white splotches appear all over her pretty bottom as he feels her give
in to orgasm across his lap. She lays limp across his legs as he proceeds to
give her five more swats to each cheek.

Carly is a mess of emotions as she lay staring at the floor. Her breath is
ragged from her sobs and her orgasm. The pain and pleasure A.J. had given
her mixed so perfectly that it was hard to tell exactly what she was
feeling. He easily lifts her off his lap and tosses her on to the bed,
spreading her legs crudely. He pulls out his throbbing cock and plunges into
her with a hard thrust. A.J. continues to thrust hard and deep as she runs
her nails across his back. Lost in pure passion, he doesn't even flinch as
her nails dig so deep that she draws blood. She thrusts her hips towards
him, meeting his strokes as they both scream with orgasm and lay quivering
on the bed.

A moment later, he rolls off of her and points to the door. "Session is up,
be here tommorrow on time."

Carly looks at him disbelieving. "You want more?"

He smiles at her wickedly. "That just showed me you weren't lying. You have
much more to do before your paid in full. But, I'll be nice. You can shower
if you'd like."

He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep as she enters the bathroom
wondering just if Jason and A.J. realize how alike they are in some ways.
 

Educating Carly Part 4

Jason reads over the clubs books as the door opens and Caroline walks in. She looks at him sheepishly as she tries to take a seat next to him. Giving up on the chair, she kneels beside him and puts her head on his lap. He gently brushes back her hair as he closes the books. "What?"
 

"Huh?" She asks blankly.
 

"You shouldn't be so sore that you can't sit down, and you're looking to me for attention. What's up?"
 

"I made a deal with A.J. I'm allowing him to pay me back for all the rotten things I did to him." She looks up at him, her brown eyes brimming with tears. "Does that bother you?"
 

"You're free time is your own, Caroline. I'm surprised you are letting him teach you a lesson." He comments as his hand moves down to her back, rubbing it gently.
 

"I owe him, and honestly, I actually feel better. It's a weird feeling, paying for your sins. So, what are you up to?" Caroline asks softly.
 

"I brought you a present." He replies as he picks up the bag from the table and hands it to her.
 

Her eyes widen as she looks at the pretty diamond and emerald choker. "It's exquisite" She says softly as he fastens it around her neck. "I tried this on a couple of days ago."
 

" Rinaldo told me." Jason replies nonchalantly as he pulls her over his lap.
 

"Jase, I'm sore as hell." She moans as he lifts her skirt.
 

"I just want to survey his damage." Jason replies. His hand moves over her welts gently as she wiggles across his knees. "Have you lied to anyone today, Caroline?"
 

"No sir." Caroline answers proudly, gasping as one of his long finger enters her wet pussy.
 

"Have you done anything that would warrant punishment?" Jason asks, as he works his finger in and out of her mound.
 

"No sir." She moans.
 

"Well, then you deserve a reward. Lay on the couch, face down." He instructs as he helps her off his lap.
 

She makes her way to the couch as he walks into the kitchen. Laying on the couch, she waits for him to arrive.
 

Her wait isn't long as Jason kneels next to her, with a bowl in his hand. She turns to look at the bowls contents, but he playfully turns her head away. "It's a surprise, no peaking."
 

"Jason, you know I hate not knowing stuff." She whines as he lightly smacks her inner thighs.
 

"These are still able to withstand some slaps, so behave." He warns as he scoops out the contents of his bowl on to her warm bottom. She clenches as the cold ice cream hits her hot ass cheeks.
 

"JASON!" She screams while giggling.
 

"Hush, or Rinaldo will pop in to check up on us." An evil smile crosses his face. "Unless that's what you want."
 

"Ha ha." Caroline retorts as he bends over and begins licking at the peppermint ice cream. She feels the juice slide between her ass cheeks and over her thighs. "Jason, the couch." She warns.
 

"I put in an order for a new one, actually a new living room set all together. Rinaldo showed me the one you wanted. So, this one is at our whim tonight." He says as he rubs the sticky creams all over her firm globes. "You're so delicious, Caroline." He mumbles before lapping at her dessert covered bottom.
 

Jason parts her legs, watching as the melted cream drips down to her wet vagina. Darting his tongue into her creamy hole, he begins to lap hungrily at her as she twists from his tongue's attention. Panting and holding on to a pillow, Caroline moans his name softly as he spreads her lips wide and licks at her clit, flicking it quickly with his rough, cold tongue.
 

She shudders as an orgasm takes her, his tongue continuing to lap at her throughout her climax. "Jason, please, fuck me." She begs only to have him lift her from the couch and carry her upstairs to the master bathroom. Placing her down on her feet, he leans over to the huge tub and begins filling it with hot water. He smiles at her. "Want a bath?"
 

"Only if you join me." She replies as her hands work to unzip his pants. Stripping him quickly as he pours in scented oils, she runs her hands hungrily over his hard body.
 

Turning off the water, he eases his body into the water and hold his hand out to Caroline, helping her sticky body into the sweet smelling water. She grimaces as the heat hits her burning backside, but he quickly begins massaging her heavy, firm breasts, taking her mind off the mild pain.
 

His fingers soft from the oil, they slide easily over her perky breasts as he fondles and kisses them. Her hands cup water over his rippled chest as she rubs his prick between splashes of the water. He pours some liquid soap over a sponge and begins bathing the ice cream off her body. Leaning back against the tub, she closes her eyes and enjoys his roving hands and the scrubbing of the sponge. Her eyes flash open as she feels his prick teasing the opening of her vagina. "No, let me straddle you, please." She whispers softly as he leans back, trying to avoid the faucet from hitting him square in the back.
 

He helps her to straddle him, as she eases her pussy on to his waiting erection, sinking down on the long, thick rod. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she begins to bounce up and down on his prick, splashing water out of the tub as she rides him. Jason sucks on her silky breasts as she milks his erection.
 

His hands move down to cup her sore backside, sinking a finger between her cheeks, her teases the opening of her ass hole, before sinking it deep into her. She gasps at the intrusion, but continues to fuck him slowly as she works her hips up and down in the water.
 

Jason's finger begins pumping her ass at the same speed of her riding his member. Closing her eyes, she moans loudly. "Ohh Jason, I'm close.."
 

"Me too, Caroline, keep it up baby." He whispers before sucking on her nipple. They cum together as the water splashes wildly onto the floor.
 

Easing herself off of his lap, she grins. "I'm hungry, anymore ice cream left?"