His face just inches from her body, he could smell the sweetness of her flesh and felt a pulse of desire pump through him. He stood, his hands gliding...over her curves to her back, where he skillfully unhooked her bra and slid it forward and off her arms, discarding it on the floor with her other clothes. He stepped back and consumed her with his eyes, tracing the soft lines of her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, her legs, as she stood confidently in the dim light. Stepping back toward her, he. Again he had trouble, and it didn't shift for almost another hour, whenit did, he let out a sigh of relief.He looked at himself in the mirror. "Hi, I'm Kyle" he said, though itsounded so wrong in his new voice."Hi, I'm Kylie" he tried, it sounded a bit more plausible, but he wasimmediately ashamed at having even played at that.Hurrying out to get his ears pierced, he realized the shops would beclosing soon.He found a shop that did piercings, and even managed to get in beforeit closed."Good. ?Every time I smack you, I give you permission to thank me? he tells her. With no further warning –whoosh- the crop flies through the air and hits Sarah’s already beaten ass. ?Thank you master for your punishment? Sarah cries. –whoosh- smack ?thank you master for your punishment? Sarah repeats again and again, like a mantra each time he smacks her behind.Once he is satisfied with the welts rising on her ass, he gents down on his knees and slides in easily into her wet pussy. Sarah immediately. “Now get on your knees and point my dick at the tire.” I was kind of confused till he relaxed and a warm stream of piss erupted from his cock onto the side wall. It didn’t last long before he cut off the stream. “My dad says life is about choices, so here is one for you fag. You can point my dick at your chest and let me finish but then there is no where for you to clean up so when you get home someone might notice you smell like p*ss and wonder what you’ve been up to or you can open your mouth.