It was an odd sensation sleeping withbreasts and the restriction of the compulsory bra around my chest; thenegligee kept riding up and bunching below ...hem. I awoke in the morningwith the negligee like that, and my wife's hand inside my panties,probing at my anus and pinching the tip of my cock, hard."Are you ready for me to fuck your pussy yet?" she laughed. "After all,you won't be doing anything with this anymore," as she pinched me again."We can't even call it a cock any more! Let's call it. ***I think having Paul helped inspire me to quit hooking. Another factor happened in Maspeth just after that. I got sloppy, and my uncle came home early and found me blowing a customer as I kneeled on the living room floor. I had been too lazy to take him up to my room.My uncle punished me but good. He spanked my bare ass, and then he whipped me with his leather belt until I collapsed. Yet despite the pain, I was very excited and I masturbated that night imagining the belt coming down on my. He took my arm and led me into the building and into a lift. We went up a few floors and he pushed me out of the lift. I heard a key in a door and then I was pushed into a flat. He took off my blindfold and took me into a small room with a single bed in it. He selected the clothes he wanted me to wear and told me to stand, hands behind my back and eyes down until he was ready. He set up a video recorder in the door way and told me to strip and put on the clothes he had selected. I knew he was. The pink sticky residue of her lipgloss smeared over their mouths as their tongues locked into a hungry battle. “Get these off, you little slut,” he groaned, attempting to tear her red lace panties away from her smooth little cunt.“W..wait, leave them on. Make me soak them,” she whimpered. “I wanna wrap them around your dick and jerk you off with them.” She flashed him that cheeky grin that drove him insane. Thankfully, the alcohol consumption made him keep some control over his heavy balls or.