She screamed all of a sudden as i9 know her pussy was tore and blood was coming with her juices mixed with it .“ohmauhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh yes” PARVATH... cried, her face arching up, her body going rigid, her swollen breasts thrusting upward as my huge, hot, glorious penis surged into her wet, conic sexy and sweety cunt.In and in it went, piercing deep, cleaving her pussy-flesh and pussy-lips open, mashing her gorged clitoris, crushing her molten flesh in its passage. Her cunt convulsed uncontrollably. She gasps with nervous excitement.“You have me fuckin’ twisted in knots,” he growls staring down at her with those piercing eyes.His glare has weight, like footfalls traipsing prints through her sexuality. She can see bewilderment swirling within his deep-blue pools and part of her is satisfied. Satisfied that it’s not just her feeling it.“What I want is to fuck you,” he murmurs like it’s some sort of epiphanic declaration. “Christ, how I wanna fuck you...but there seems to be...I don’t. "Brenda,"I do not like to be hassled. Your second email was quite unjustified and you need to be punished. I have asked Mr Bennett to do that as soon as it is convenient to him."Meanwhile take a picture of yourself in your uniform ready to be caned. Several different caning poses please, so I can instruct Mr Bennett which position he is to cane you in."And, as further punishment, have your bedroom curtains open throughout the time you are dressing and taking the photographs."Gordon."She hurried. How fucking long had I been masturbating in the shower? I rushed to get the table set. I was out on the porch, starting the grill, when I heard a vehicle pull in the driveway. I looked over to see Clinton get out of a Ford F-150, carrying flowers in one hand and a six pack of Yuengling in the other. "This man is perfect!", I thought.He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I wasn't sure you'd show up", I said. He laughed out loud and told me that there was no way he was passing up a.