What if Hans had been run over, or dog-napped? These last disturbing thoughts finally propelled the dark- haired beauty into action. She just had to g... find out what was the matter, so heading straight out the door she started for Angela's house.A couple of minutes later the nervous woman was at the fence surrounding the Sims' yard. Seeing no one around, Sylvia peered over the fence and the first thing she spotted was Hans, who saw her at the same time. In a flash the big dog was up on his feet. He probably did, because the nigger didn't look nearly so eager anymore, but he was just a pony boy and my Mistress was right there to make sure he behaved himself. The Society had its own whipping post, its own rooms devoted to nothing but correcting a slave's bad attitude, and perhaps that was on his mind, more than dancing with another boy.Miss Corinne liked the scene unfolding before her, certainly. She did love seeing our cocks pressed together and while the pony stiffened slightly with. He was very powerful, towered over me and my wife at 6 1/2 feet tall, somewhat a bit over weight which was quite erotic seeing my slim 5 foot 5 inches wife being fucked by him or licked out or her sucking him off, hence the 10 year relationship. He was understanding, discreet, married and of course a demon in the cot. I have heard and used the phrase myself fucked senseless, I thought meaning a woman copping a good lengthy fucking but seeing my wife in such a state on a number of occasions from. Cock hair tickled her nose as his prick throbbed deep in her gullet. Her pussy, virgin and wet, pulsed as she realized that soon his cock would be ripping through her cherry and making her a woman like Crissy. It drove her wild. "Unnnnn," she moaned, her throat stuffed with his cock.Crissy was panting, her young body on fire. She writhed, rubbing her soft flesh against her father's hard frame. "Ooooh, Daddy. Everything is so wonderful." I know, baby," Douglas groaned. He caressed Crissy, his.