"Now, Christy, reach into his shorts and pull out his manhood. It is nice and hard, child, from watching your correction and seeing your nakedness." This was true. My cock was stiff from the spectacle of poor Christys ass smacking. Christy did not need to be told what to do next. She ran her fingers along the length of my cock, stroking and teasing. Gingerly she bent her head towards my glans and softly kissed the head, top, sides and underneath.

Twenty four strokes with what amounted to an old fashioned razor strop, thick and supple, was a serious ass tanning, and I was sure both Allison and Erin would feel the straps heat for days to come. I did have to admit that the strapping had been delivered with efficiency and precision. Ms Klocheck knew what she was doing. She stood to the right side and measured her distance. She ran the strap through her her left palm before drawing it back behind her and swinging it up and down in a wide arc. Each searing lick was right on target, each one producing a loud Crack! that reverberated off of the hard walls of the room. The awful smacking sounds were interspersed with

Going back into the main room, where tracy was still hanging from the ceiling and that monster cock up her cunt. Mr. Frank had the boys raise her up so they could get her off the thing. As she was pulled up and the dildo began to slide out, tracy moaned into her gag. It sounded like she didnt want it out of her. Maybe she was enjoying it. Finally, it came out with a pop and tracy moaned more, "nnnnnnnnnnnnnn" was all that was heard and she

A feeling of power came over me as I disciplined Eddie. I could feel my nipples grow rigid through my shirt and even some wetness creep into my thighs. I was becoming drunk with power. And wow did it feel good! ;Take that,; I said. ;Ooo, that looks like it hurt a little bit. I got you good there, didnt I?; ;Y-yes m- maam,; he stuttered like the fool that he was as I lightly batted his prized jewels around.

They were serious about locking up her pussy. she now wished she hadnt fucked Allen. And what was she going to tell him when they went to lunch again? The Captain picked out one nice lock and showed it to sue. He said, "Now, cunt, you are mine and only mine. Once I put this on you, youll never take a cock in my cunt again, will you?" He reached down between her legs and played with the rings. "Do you think one lock will do?" he asked. "We can put it through all four rings and shell have the lock right in the middle of her hole. I think that will look cute." Then he started feeding the loop of the lock through the rings. sue felt it going through the rings, knowing

Nothing at all serious, Flo really wasnt Morgans type. Her daughter Tansy was another story altogether. Only nine years old at the time, Tansys teats had already blossomed into a set many older women would be envious of. At the time Dashwood was working as a broker or "talent scout" for a local diary, his job to visit the auctions and propagation farms in search of new milkers. He was especially good at identifying potential converts, free human females who, if they became chattel, would produce enough milk to make their conversion worthwhile. Tansy was the best piece of talent he had ever seen. Despite her potential, Morgan didnt see her as a

The door opened and closed. she didnt know for sure who it was, but it had to be him. she heard him chuckle at the sight before his eyes and walked up to her and put his hand on her naked ass. He said, "Very good sue, you are learning quite well. But, now I want you under my desk. You are going to suck my cock while I eat lunch with someone else. You will be quiet while you suck me, and you had better not make me cum until this other person leaves. Now move it.

Hes going to be a senior at the State University. Hes big like his dad, although I have to be honest with you. Hes overweight. Petes been worried about him." Becky: "Hmm, so I have a new lard ass older brother. Is that what youre telling me?" Becky could be such a bitch when she wanted to be, Donna thought. It used to bother her, but in recent years shed learned to embrace it.

The moment the old Oriental settled down beside her on the mattressed bunk, and she began to inhale the long thin weed he had lit for her, she knew this was a much more potently strong reefer than the one she had forced herself to smoke in his office. Susan inhaled deeply. She didnt know what else to do. She appreciated the fact that she was in a tight corner. She had already formed the opinion that this Agency might well be the lead that would give them a clue

Back on the road, my thoughts again turned to Uncle Bert and all he and I shared. The Stevens women were not the only ones we bonked together, for bonking seemed to be Uncle Berts favorite past time and it quickly became mine. In fact, I hated going home at the end of each summer. It was like going into a monastery after being with Uncle Bert. He and I shared other things, too: trips to Europe; a cruise down the Amazon; Bangkok, which I still believe is the most