“Not inside me!” she gasped. “Please, not inside me?” “I'm making you mine!” he growled again, then he slammed fully inside her and his f...ce tightened. She could feel him pulsing inside her, then the tingles began. “What... no!” she thought to herself. “This can't be...” The tingles grew stronger, a rushing noise in her ears, and her vision began fading to black around the edges until she was in a tunnel with just a point of light in the center of her vision. Scott pushed himself into Tiana. But it was she that, if she made any tiny mistake`s felt his belt on the Fridays he was home from the fishing. They had grown to love the strokes of his belt, enjoyed the stinging welts, while wearing a very full single foundation garment just so as he could use his full force. Latterly by mutual consent he would tie her from a beam in the cottage and strike her all over until she managed to climax just from the joy of the pain, his pain. She would revel in the marks and pain to remind her of. The next week passed uneventfully from my point. John woke every morning andput on his stockings, panties and suspenders. I locked them on for him,after which he helped me dress. We did all this in silence. When John camehome we did not speak until he needed to go to bed when I would unlock hissuspender belt for him. Into the second week of silence things took anunusual turn and John asked if he could wear one of the matching bras withhis panties. I had intended to go down this route anyway. ‘Admit it, you’re loving every minute?’ he growled. ‘Nnnnooooo, unnngghh!’ Mike climaxed, jetting a large spurt of cum across the room, much to Angelica’s shock and amazement. Further spurts splattered onto the stone floor, as Butch continued to expertly wank him off, then with a loud groan of pleasure, the hulking hoodlum ejaculated, jetting his load deep into Mike’s rectum. He continued to piston into Mike’s bottom, until every drop of semen had been discharged, then withdrew his wet,.