I heard him quickly shedding his clothes and then settling on the bed with his already hard cock touching the cool, wood paneling of the wall. ?Now? I...want you to tell me just how hard you are and what a filthy slut you are.? ?I’m sooo hard Mistress. My cock is touching the wall and digging in to the sharp ridges of the paneling, Mistress.? He whispered almost imperceptibly. ?Louder you little slut!? I yelled. ?I want you to punish me Mistress. I can’t help that I am a filthy little whore. I am. Mark's girlfriend was not enthusiastic about his work ethic as she wasrealizing that if he was already married to his job, she wasn't sureexactly what her role in his life might be, and at times felt she mightbe not much more than his mistress, which didn't make her happy. Shehad tried to discuss this with Mark, but he usually was much too busy,and didn't want to spend time talking about these concerns in the fewmoments he would be with her. He had thought he was satisfying herduring their. But then again, Inga had been dominating Larry, spanking him bare assed with a riding crop. It had been easy to turn her dominance into submissiveness. I used her riding crop to whip her big, hard muscled bottom before fucking her good while she lie over the back of an arm chair. When I was done Larry drove his large ten inch cock into Inga's wetness fucking her for the first of many times. Now it was Larry who punished Inga with his belt or the riding crop, turning her into a submissive who. A few minutes later I got to Amanda's house. I saw her dad at the back of the house. He saw me and waved. "Howdy Bobby. What a nice surprise. That is a fine horse you have there. Really fine horse." He said as he looked at Prince and stroked him as I tied him up to a pole. "Well come on in. Amanda is already up and she'll be glad to see you." He led me into their house.Amanda was helping her mother in the kitchen. She saw me and her face lit up. "Heya birthday boy." she came closer and gave me.