Looking her up and down. Watching her nice small breast rise and fall as her breathing picks up its pace. “Please mister, please don’t hurt me. ...lease, I’m only 16. I ran away from home. I promise if you let me go. I will go straight home and I won’t tell anyone what happen I promise.” She starts pleading Hearing that she is only 16 makes my stiffing cock want to bust from my pants. Making me want her even more. I move one hand to her throat with a firm tight grip. I lean into her. “Not a. I am 18 years old, I have dressed before but never seriously, and down the street from me lives a woman named Sarah. She is the mother of a very wealthy family and just radiates control and success. Ever since I had seen her, this story has played over and over again in my mind. So here it is. I woke up and the weather couldn't have been nicer. The sun was shining and so I decided to put on my favorite pink lace thong under my normal clothes before going for a nice morning walk. As I walked by. I realised I hadn’t explained things as well as I had hoped. In embarrassment I turned round and put a coffee on. He didn’t really need to order. I knew the HOG wasn’t a cappuccino drinker, he’d want his coffee stronger. The HOG sat carefully down at a table and put a briefcase on it in front of him. A fucking briefcase! Jesus H. Christ. How bad was this going to be? Was he going to sue me for coercing him into that arse-fuck? He didn’t look like a lawyer, in spite of the suit, but you never. "Yes Sir, sorry for my shy tease. Please forgive me and punish me for my lack of respect for your kindness to me." Soon her cute firm bums are pink. Time to paint some sexy stripes. Her eyes follow me when I walk to the wall. She hopes I´ll fancy her favourite flogger. I notice her sigh of relief as I grab the dressage damager for my art to her beautiful booty.She´ll need to wait, though. First I tease her, slowly flow the long end of it along her wets lips. "Do you deserve this one to make.