" I was Mistress." Gina answered."Let’s just hope the Master doesn't pick you then to be an example, Gina. Those men have big cocks. You must have g...tten a good fucking. Did you enjoy yourself?"Gina hadn't enjoyed one single bit of it but should she say that or lie and say yes? Gina's mind raced."No Mistress, it was painful." She finally replied.Laughing Mistress Alex walked over to her and grabbed her crotch. Gina winched and jerked."Still have a sore fuck hole eh?" Yes Mistress." What about. Those who saw her dance would never ask her “Why do you like to dance? ” That was too much like “Why do you like to go to the movies? ” or “Why do you like to eat pizza? ” Those who watched her knew that this was no casual hobby or interest for the young woman. To dance for her was to walk or breathe for the rest of the population. Caleigh was never eloquent enough to explain why. She ’ d rather just let her dancing be her reply. She was the shy, button-faced child who never spoke up and always. My cock sprang up making her giggle. She nervously wrapped a hand around it and it was my turn to moan with pleasure as she started to stroke me. God it felt amazing. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations she was giving me and moaned even louder when I felt her mouth cover my cock head. She suddenly stopped and asked "am I doing this right?" "You're doing perfect baby" I replied as I gently nudged her mouth back to my throbbing cock. She grinned widely at the praise and then took me in her. Is this your normal daily routine?” Dempsey asked with a look of total astonishment.“No,” Clem sheepishly replied.“Then why are you doing it now?” Dempsey inquired.“Well… I’m a smelly farmer and I just thought that you would be more comfortable with me if I didn’t pong,” Clem replied.With a giggle, Dempsey then said, “Clem, you’re a farmer, not a French tart. Please stop doing that.”“Huh?” Clem replied in a shocked voice.Continuing to chuckle, Dempsey then persevered, “Clem, I know the kids at.