When Tom did slide his cock into me it was harder than I’d experienced in years, after a few strokes I stopped him and he looked concerned, “Why a...e you so hard, have you taken something?” I askedTom reply came after a short pause for thought “Nope, just more relaxed and confident that you’re not going off with your ex and his bigger cock, you want other men getting intimate with you just for sex”His reply surprised me as I always thought it was me that wasn’t attractive enough to turn him on.I. Janice knelt before them and offered the plate in a very submissive manner. "I see the boy needs more training in how to behave in front of his betters" Mrs Robertson said. "Yes dear I believe you are correct, would you like to do the honours?" "Get over to the cross bitch boy" she said and I positioned myself in front of it. "That's it facing forwards" and she fastened my hands and feet to the wooden cross. "When you serve your betters you should always be kneeling. Since it is your first time. Finally home, she changed into more comfortable clothes. As she slipped her jeans down off her legs, she glanced at herself in the mirror. She had a nice figure, and was grateful that at least she still had that. Sara was proud of her body, and worked to keep herself in shape with running and the occasional dumbbell work at the gym. But at 5?2 and 112 pounds, she was certainly on the petite side. That was always a drawback, not having the long, beautiful legs of a super model. Sara grabbed a. Priscilla was biting back her vocalization of her intense pain. The crop can be so painful. She was fortunate I hadn't gotten out the horse whip or a cane. After twenty hard strokes with the crop, I stopped my little one. "Feel her old, sloppy cunt, Baby." She really didn't need to as Prissy was dripping down her spread thighs. Stephie shoved four slim fingers in to the last knuckle with no problem at all. "She's drippin' wet, Daddy, literally." "Give me the crop, Sweetie." She handed me the.