I was completely hard. My cock made a tent in my underpants revealing my excitement. Peter took a moment to admire me. He ran a hand over my brief...covered hip and down my thigh before sliding the pants over my ass. He then showed me how to tie them in front. None of it felt awkward and I removed my shirt as soon as I was told. The uniform added to my erotic state. When you wear a western shirt and pants, you feel concealed, somehow distant from your body. At least that’s how I feel. . I managed only to amuse my tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if to amuse them.Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag and tried desperately to think of some way to make him understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do this to me.Seconds later there was that noise again and again I felt the horrible. Sex with my wife is so great I wouldn’t jeopardise our relationship for an attempt that is sure to fail. I’m twice Astrid’s age and she is fighting off younger more hansom guys, richer and probably with bigger equipment. By the way Astrid is my step daughter. My wife is due back from Stavanger tomorrow and Astrid is at work till 6, so I have an hour of ‘me time’. Karoline has promised to make up for the last two weeks away and has arranged with Astrid to make herself scares at the weekend. . Her pulse was beating even faster. Sir knew how she gets when her hair gets pulled.He whispered in her ear that they were completely alone and no one could hear them. He slowly traced a finger along the upper edges of her lace bra. He then grabbed her shoulders and applied pressure to remind her of her place and who was in charge. She was completely at his disposal, whim, and mercy. Anything he wanted was his for the taking. Sir asked for her wrists and she quickly complied. She took a.