With Lady Constance’s words of encouragement, the Turkish woman disappears from the screen then returns with a shorter more sturdy cane. Jean Claude, apparently well accustomed to the weekly torment, begins to shake uncontrollably. When the woman touches his left foot with her hand, Jean Claude convulses in apparent anticipation of a stroke to his well-exposed foot. Both mother and daughter laugh.
After a pause her hand moves between his thighs.
“Your little stub is nicely swollen, Jean Claude. Is it your view of my daughter’s s*x, which excites you? Perhaps the strong aroma of her feminine scent? Years ago you were aggressive and very determined to taste her forbidden fruit. Perhaps you would like to try again?”
The woman laughs sardonically.
“I will let you have a lick for taking the
