Even though it hurt like hell, our hard cocks rubbed together with every swat. I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest onto my back as he whaled...on my ass, raising his hand high and bringing it crashing down on my bright red ass, over and over. I was thrashing around but he held me tight and kept spanking me really hard. Soon tears were streaming down my cheeks and he was asking me over and over with every smack — ‘who’s your master, boy? Who?!’ ‘You sir.’ I replied. ‘I’m your cockslave.’. They would be pushing the size of basketballs by the time she delivered.Beth and Sally were in the middle of a conversation, “It would be nice to get Clarice to move up here, but she really hates the cold. But we go down there quite a bit so it’s not that bad.”Bruce waited for them to finish before addressing Sally, “Jim tells me the movers can’t come until Thursday. That sucks.”“Yea, tell me about it.” Sally was out of breath. Jim ran over to help Beth lower Sally down onto an upturned bucket. Suddenly I felt my entire left hand get swallowed by a tight moist wall. I must be fisting somebody!I felt a tongue running up and down from the top of my ball sack to my asshole. Sandra screamed in pleasure as a long stream of squirt shot out of her tiny teen fuck-hole. I opened my mouth wide so I would not get blinded by her juices. She watered my mouth for a long ten seconds until it finally ceased. She rolled over as I swallowed her squirts and looked around the room.On my left side Sybil. I blush. Pretty? I don't want to be pretty. She's not the first to sayso. I'm pretty? Really? That's messed up. Do I like it? I slump forwardto rest my bra-clad chest on my knees and hang my head."You can dress like a girl at school?" she asks as she alternates herdangling feet."Not really," I whisper, "I got in trouble."Just a little trouble. No biggie, really! Ha!"Can I dress like a boy at school?" she asks as she stops kicking herfeet.I pull myself up. She's concerned."Sometimes the girls.