He can see that it is a short crop with feathers attached on the end. The feathers over his skin make him break out in goose bumps, but he doesn’t ...ove. Slowly, oh so slowly, the feathers make their way back down his arms, across his cheek, down his neck and across his back. As they caress down his ass and across his balls, he gasps and moans. *Crack* the crop hits the back of his thighs and stings. The feather immediately moves over the spot, soothing the sting. “Did I tell you to speak. I grabbed my bed sheets out of the dryer and made my bed while she was gone. Then I climbed up and crawled into a ball on the covers.I cried softly. Tears leaked out and I quickly wiped them off my cheeks and nose. A roller-coaster took me through confusion, fear, pain, and envy. The image of Bethany sliding down Mark’s cock was playing on an endless loop in my head. I wanted to talk to her about what it meant and how it felt, but Mark had been around and I didn’t want him to know I was worried. Without discussion he got to his feet and moved behind her kneeling to position himself so that his stiff cock slipped between her legs. She felt the delicious sensation of the penis sliding against her soaked panties and glanced down to see the fat bulb of his glans inviting her to touch. She obliged and as she fondled him it never occurred to her in her trance that this was the first time in her life that she was pleasuring two men at the same time.Her new companion began to hump back and. Of course I never stopped masturbating, but that was nowhere near enough. Almost a year passed since the last time I saw a penis, when one weekend I stopped by my female colleague from the university after work. We studied for a while, and then came to the conclusion that we probably deserved a little rest, and bought two bottles of wine in a nearby shop. These same two bottles of wine later, I realized that we were drunk and it was getting late. At 11 pm the streets here are already.