I cry and beg him to stop even though I can feel my pussy dripping wet. He can see my swollen, wet pussy and just laughs and swaps to the many tailed ...hip and I scream as the first blow lands on my tender and exposed sex. The blows rain down leaving lines of fire over my skin, his target never the same spot twice in a row. He swaps the whip from the riding crop, and I scream again as an upward strike hits my clit and I cum in a blaze of pain and pleasure. Through the haze of my orgasm I can. With my hands tied he couldn’t get my sweater off of course but when he stood he eased it up over my breasts and spent a while caressing and nibbling each of them in turn, which was also quite nice and added to the faint arousal he had already started for me. When he’d had enough of that he helped me up on to the edge of the bed and as I couldn’t use my arms to support myself, pulled down a pillow for me to rest my head on as I bent low for him. Then, having first felt between my legs and found. " But this liking for clothes hurts my purse," smiled Liz, as she went overto her daughters after they called her.Putting the pram to one side, but not out of sight, she looked at thedresses that they had found."You like finding similar dresses, don't you?" she asked them.The dresses they had found were alike, but different colours. They hadribbons at the back, on the waist."Can we have these dresses mommy? PLEASE!!!" asked Emma."I don't know," she replied, looking at the price tags.Michael and. .. There was definitely masturbation! Again, it's not something I'd done much of through my school years, unlike most people my age. Sure, I'd tried it, but it didn't do much for me. Suddenly now, I was a horny, inquisitive teenager at 20!What would I see? Sure, I'd seen plenty of diagrams in Sex Ed class at school, but seeing it in real life would be an experience. Would a naked female look the same as in drawings? It feels strange to say, but at the age of 20, I was aware of what a clitoris.