With slow mechanical swings she moved the crop through the air, up behind her head and placed it down onto the girls bottom. This she repeated several...times. Seeing Vicky's backside thrust into the air against her tight cream jodhpurs, set my pulse racing and my willie rising. Mrs. Dickinson made a final judgement on her positioning and brought the leather crop down onto Vicky's posterior with a soft thwack. Vicky yelped and her hand swung round to rub the point of impact. Vanessa smiled, but. Fucking intense or what?"Next." I snapped myself back into reality, Little Miss Annoying operating the till beckoned me to begin loading my shopping onto the conveyor belt. "Are you o.k. to bag your own shopping?" she mumbled. I wanted to say "No, i've got a hard on in my jeans and I want that woman over there to drop to her knees in front of all of you and wank me off", but when I opened my mouth it came out as "No, i'm fine. I'll take a few bags though." Miss Annoying obliged, passed me some. “Have you ever done this before?” Ronnie’s mother moaned.“Er, no,” I stuttered.“Then I guess you’ve never fucked before either?”“No.”“Well,” she laughed in a horny manner, “then this will be your first time.” She let got of me and lay down one the floor, spreading her legs wide. “Come on.”I threw myself onto her on let her guide my hard cock into her cunt. Carefully I started to push. I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me, but the slurping sound of my dick going back and forth in. Each day I tried to spend time in reflection, tried to fall asleep each nightthinking of the things that I used to do, normal things, like laundry, or housecleaning, or even walking my dog. I know it sounds silly, but it was the littlethings that I missed the most. I felt like I was being kept in a glass jar forsomeone else's amusement. My very existence depended on the little dumb waiterthat shuttled life saving food and water to me. But not on aregular schedule. Some days I did experience.