His tongue swirled hotly around and around, before he licked her juices into his mouth, and sighed deeply. Once more raising his head he allowing them...to slide down the inside of his throat.She felt slightly frustrated as he stood, once more to gaze down on her naked body, his forehead wrinkled in thought, He nodded slightly and moved to the foot of the bed, unclasping his cloak, and letting it fall. He turned and faced her.Her eyes fell immediately to his long and thick white length, growing. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in mood. She said, "Now there you are being willfuly disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct." She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for my troubles, the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I gagged on it, but managed to swallow it down. "Would you like another?" she asked. When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched again, saying "Now that is the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you like another?" I. I remember i hadtried it for days but got no luck in feeling any sort of sensation. Myfriend Pete had told me that 'all the real men did it, probably even ourdads,' I remember being disgusted when he had mentioned this. Pete was alsothe one that told me the 'white stuff was sperm,' so i automaticallyrealized that if anyone had been able to shoot sperm, that means they hadfinally reached puberty. I didn't know if i was able to shoot 'sperm'because every time i would 'try' to masturbate, i felt. Her concentration is broken as she feels the top of her dress being lowered so both of her breasts are exposed. She watches as two sailors descend to her breasts and begin to suck on her nipples. This wonderful sensation is further interrupted by the feeling of her legs being held firmly while being spread further. She doesn’t need to look down; instead she closes her eyes and feels a man’s bare hips move between her tiny thighs. Within seconds she feels the familiar pressure of a firm cock.