The tumescent flesh pushes out against the walls of my pussy, stretching me wide. “OH!” I gasp, involuntarily yanking down on my restraint, pullin... the rope tight. God, I want to touch him! His steely shaft easily slides to its hilt into my wetness, and he begins pumping me with smooth, long strokes. “Oh, God, YES!” I scream out. “Oh, that feels so good! Fuck me!” His cock feels wonderful; a hot, hard rod of flesh plunging in and out of my lush wetness. I draw my legs back to open myself to him. . .’ ‘Ah, yes, say no more, please. How do I begin this? Let me say that as a young woman in her teens, Lady Alice was sent to a boarding school in France, a place run by very strict nuns, it was there she developed most of her attitudes toward the French, obviously. She found out about the mortification of the flesh there, and has practiced it at times when she felt guilty about something.’ ‘I’ve never heard of this before. It’s that a Catholic thing?’ ‘Not exclusively, although I knew of it. "Yes." She blinked, eyes wide, caught off guard by his deliberate rudeness. "Sex for a tattoo." He cocked his head to one side in slight confusion. For someone who was trying to get something using sex, she wasn't even trying to work it. She didn't flirt and her jacket was closed to the throat. Not a speck of tittie was showing. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she'd never tried to use sex to get anything before. In fact, she was acting like she didn't even know how."You any good?" He. As he raised his head from between her legs and looked up at the dazed expression on her face, he noticed her nipples, extremely erect at the top of her young buds. He told himself that a quick taste of them would not hurt after what he just did and leaned into her small delectable titties.Cassy watched her father as he moved to her and grabbed her boobs. She let out a small moan as her father leaned in licked her left nipple with the tip of his tongue. He gave it a small lick, then a playful.