This is not how I was raised.” Catholic school, straight A’s, rule-follower...on paper, it didn’t seem right. But none of that mattered. This �...new me” made me feel comfortable in my own skin for once. I had always felt like I was missing something in my life and I was now learning what that was. He owned me and punished me. I often battled myself - I wanted to please Him, yet I liked being punished. How could I balance these feuding feelings? The whack of a paddle on my ass left me trembling. I wrapped my lips around the head and started to push it further and further into my mouth until I gagged. I had only taken a little over half of it and was wondering how anyone could ever deep throat anything like this. I started to increase my speed and bob my head up and down till I gagged. The feeling of his warm cock pulsing against my tongue was amazing. On the way up to the head, I would trace some of the prominent veins bulging against his cock skin with my tongue. I bobbed and gagged. He pushes past the last brush and walks out on the land that is cracked and broken at some points and flourished with grass at others. He walks forward toward the tree that lies int eh midst of the envioment. The tree fills him with peace and the fire within dies and he grows more relaxed. He sits down under the tree feeling somewhat protected from the allments of the land. He sighs and closes his eyes and falls asleep against the tree. He opens his eyes as birds chirp in the trees. He yawns. He gasped and his finger worked in her pulsing cunt.Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where she sucked on it. The feeling must have freaked the boy out, for she felt him flinch and heave, felt his finger jerk within the folds of her pussy. Regretfully, she broke the kiss, but only to swing her leg up and over him."Pull down your jeans and open your legs," she said. "I'll lift up and straddle you; that way we can work your lovely young prick up into my cunt. I'll just sit down on it.