It had taken me two weeks of concerted effort to get the cottage the way I wanted it. Gone was the rural, folksy decor - in its place was a large circ...lar bed, right in the center of the room. Behind it, dimly illuminated in the late afternoon sun, was a large mahogany rack holding a large number of strange and terrible devices, none of which, I was sure, Catherine would recognise. The windows were heavily curtained in black and blood-red material, giving the once-rustic cabin the appearance of. She rolled over onto her side and hiked her belly up a little, parting her legs and lifting one knee so that her crotch was fully accessible. Then she reached out and cupped the dog's balls.They were beginning to blow up again, she found, as she fondled them and felt another lovely load of yummy spunk pump into the bags.Joe was crawling toward her, his prick standing out like a pike aimed at her cunt-gash and his balls hanging down and, like the dog's, starting to swell once more. Jennifer. “Hi! Who is it?” she asked breathlessly. This was always her biggest fear before a party. Someone ringing in to say they couldn’t come. It was Pauline. Shit! Zoë almost said out loud. That girl was so fucking unreliable. No wonder she never kept her boyfriends for more than a week at a time. But Zoë needn’t have worried. Pauline had met a man a few days ago at the office restaurant, and she’d invited him to come over that night. And then she’d noticed that the date clashed with the party, so. .. I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK BETTER DADDY. I'LL TRY HARDER DADDY ... I'M SORRY DADDY ... PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME DADDY"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT BUT YOU NEVER DO. YOU ARE USELESS ... WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK!I spanked the crap out of her. I knew it was what I was supposed to do, and although I would have much rather been fucking that perfect ass before me, I knew that the only reason that perfect ass was even in my house was because I had promised to spank it.