Ally said, ok, but this better be good. I paid for her ticket to fly in from where I used to live.After she flew to Miami…I picked her up in a reall... nice, expensive car… She was impressed. I told her that’s just the start. When we got to my beach house, she was even more impressed… I showed her around and we went swimming and later in the night, we went in the hot tub. She was still so sexy, beautiful and gorgeous… in the hot tub we talked with a bottle of wine, I went into detail about how I. Each slap on my pussy makes me more eager to please him more as they are reminders of my desire to be a good girl for him.After one of these slaps he goes to move himself in deeply but I must have been expecting the slap as the gasp wasn't as big as the others and he finds himself with my mouth closing before he was all the way in. He doesn't let me get away with this error. He pushes himself in, the deepest he had gone, and uses the crop to quickly land a series of at least twenty taps on my. It filled the room and stoked the fire in his balls, impossibly raising the heat already building there. He, on the other hand, could do nothing but grunt, feeling like he was watching the whole scene happen in front of him. His dick making wet noises as he pistoned in and out of her tight slit all the while Sarah’s hands were busy playing with…no, this was definitely not playing. She was torturing her tits through her dress, kneading and squeezing her flesh ferociously, pinching and pulling. Sergei’s Russian was better than Mickey’s. He even knew a few sentences in Polish that he used with the Pope. The Pope hugged him and tousled his silver-blonde hair. Tanya, their daughter, was younger than Kathleen by about six months. She was dark haired and blue eyed, and a beauty. Finally, the children were led away by a couple of young nuns.The Pope looked at Kelly and Katrina and said, “Thank you! You have given me great joy today by bringing your children in to see me. I cannot tell you.