I will retie you so that you bent backward over the horse with your legsfully spread. I became a great dominatrix by being able to peel a grape withmy...whip at a distance of 5 meters (15 feet). Your slit is a far more temptingtarget than your glorious globes as your sex receives fifty of my best. Yourhowls will carry all the way to the manor house. Fortunately your husband,the Baron, works most Saturdays at his investment company in Munich. He gaveme a Porsche for Christmas as a reward for. Now, let's get some breakfast. For some reason I'm starving.'The chairs in the dining room seemed to have got harder during the night. I only just stopped myself whimpering when I sat down. I was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. The jeans were, I reflected, a bad choice. Too tight by half. Half of the other tables were occupied, and by the amount of uncomfortable squirming going on I wasn't the only one to have been treated to a wake-up spanking. The staff on duty were new to me, and. Angel wasnt Richs bottom girl, a term used to describe a pimps right hand girl, the one who was above the others, who was trusted to run things if the pimp was unable to, and who was usually in charge of teaching new girls. Angel guessed that Rich wanted Angel to teach Emily, not because she had been in the life longer than any of his other girls, but because he knew Angel would protect her. As much as Angel hated the fact that Emily was so young, she could do nothing about it. She could advise. Let me stretch that tight pussy!" I was on my back and my girlfriend Kelly was sitting on top of me in the cowgirl position, bouncing around, causing her big tits to jiggle. Her blue eyes were closed and her mouth slack with ecstasy as her tight wet pussy was stretched open by my rock hard 9 inches. "Oh fuck babe I'm gonna-" With a start I woke up, laying in my bed, naked as usual, as my cock spasmed and sprayed my chest with cum. "Damn." It was another wet dream. Kelly had been in New England.