When he started twisting it, she finally cried, "A—a paddle, Sir!"He released her nipple, saying, "That's right." He smiled wolfishly, adding, "I'm ...ure you can guess what's going to happen to you." He took a step towards her, adding, "But not just yet." He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. "Not...just...yet," he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed. He started to hand it to me and then pulled his hand back. “Uhmmm,” he started, “What do I get in return?” “How about I promise to not kick your fucking ass?” I replied. Vegas was undeterred. I don’t know if it was the want he saw in my eyes or what, but suddenly he was challenging me. I was not in a mood to be challenged. “You could suck my cock,” Vegas said. “No fucking way,” I replied. “I am not sucking a cock for a candy bar.” “Suit yourself,” Vegas replied, stuffing the candy bar back. These sublime images flooded my mind as I grew more and more rigid. I now felt her tongue licking the very base of my cock. I felt my balls tighten and her nose tickle my pubic hair. Then her mouth returned to sweeter pastures as she sucked only the head of my cock, flicking her lips over and over it with increasing pressure and rapidly licking its sensitive underside. She was an artist, a sculptor with her mouth and she knew her raw material well. That material was me.Long, delicious minutes. That hurts, but feels good.yes mistress, please fuck me! i am your nasty whore!Lady_MandySure you are! I allow you to jerk of now! But don't come before I allow you too, understand?!Now fuck your ass with the candel, you slut! And jerk your little slave-cock!Slavethank you mistress. oh fuck mmmh yeahLady_MandyYou dirty whore! What are you, tell it your mistress! Do you wish, that I would fuck you? Yes? Do you want to feel my hard, warm cock inside your fat ass?Slaveahhhhhh!!!!!!! i am your.