A body to die for and mind just as dirty as her mouth. She had gone into great detail about the various ways she planned on emptying my balls into he... various holes.My mind was reeling at the thought of this younger guy slut doing things to me my wife would never dream of doing. I couldnt resist it any longer and knew I had to sample Jessica's delights. We arranged a date for when her parents were out and made my way over there.As I approached the door Jessica sent me a text saying to go. He was making a curved sign with his fingers - the 'slave arch'! Could she get her head back enough to touch the floor with the top of her brow and avoid the shocking pain of the crop on her pussy? She grasped her ankles and threw back her head as far as possible."Come back to my apartment for a coffee, monsignor - we can talk in private about your secret society." He looked back in time to see the crop land between his slave's thighs - she cried out in pain but arched even further to avoid a. “It will all be over soon, just a few love bites to remember me by.” She stared at him in stunned silence as she took in his words. Then shock replaced her silence as the cane suddenly reared up and came down on top of her breasts.“Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeoooooowww,” she screamed. Thus began a howling duet of pain: the muffin’s shrieks of agony followed by the whistling thud of the cane on her breasts, nipples, belly, and thighs. I thought the wolfish grin on Harold’s face complemented. .He wondered about the red gloves….but then soon found out why…. Susan Grasped his still raging cock and began to stroke his manhood. His cock was as hard as a iron pipe.. His cock head receiving a massive amount of blood… it expanded and was getting real red. Susan gently swirled her tongue around Bills nipple,,, then she gently bite it. Bill liked this. “ Stud “ Susan whispered “ I want you to fuck me……I want your hard cock to slam into my cunt…. I’ve.