Licking my hairy ball sack. i reach down and grab one of her flappy tiny tits and rub her nipples. looking for a reaction. i can't stay hard. i'm so t...rned on looking at my flaccid dick in her mouth. it feel so much better, at least i think so. she easily swallows the whole thing. her mouth feels so hot and wet. she says she want to fuck. i sit up and suck her tits and nipples. i lick under her boobs and down her side, down to her hips. i want to suck her pussy so bad but she is a bit dry down. I looked at the tags trying to decide if they “were my size,” as if I had any idea what size women’s clothes would fit me. I pulled the gown off and saw a tag in the back that said large, and pulled the panties off and they said size 7. “Well that is a start,” I thought as I looked at the garments neatly packed in the suitcase.It seemed that this internal flap had been untouched in the damage that had occurred to the suitcase, each garment was sealed in a zip style plastic bag. I opened a. He chuckled, “I see you're having difficulty speaking again. Maybe I should release your hands, we could have them point to who's in charge. We both know how well that worked last time.” I mumbled incoherently, it was so hard to think straight. “I didn't quite catch that.” I scowled at him, my annoyance making it easier to think. “What makes you think I won't use them against you?” His eyes sparkled, “I know how weak your arms get when you see me, fucktoy.” I shivered in response and he. Once again Jennifer cried out before throwing her head backwards and shaking it from side to side and as governess Carson watched the seventh red welt develop, so she felt more fabulously erotic flutters flying around her vagina.Jenifer still hated the cane and as the eighth stroke landed so she once again went through the cycle of shaking her head and hissing in and out through clenched teeth, knowing that nothing would help take away the increasingly intense pain. The ninth stroke was the.