.. perhaps just to see... for Himself... if you might like...being choked... since He's already told you... and hinted... that He'sheard... that lots ...f girls like being choked... especially whitegirls... and now... every time He comes up behind you... wrapped Hisstrong arms... and sliding His coarse and rough hands... all over andaround... your thin... birdlike chest... and then up underneath... yourlily white arms... and armpits... you always feel Him... totally naked...completely naked... as. "Oh, God, Alan," she moaned, breaking our kiss. "Please, don't stop. You're making me so fucking hot!"I felt her drop her right hand from behind my head down to my crotch. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it through my jeans for a moment then released it and unzipped my pants, sticking her hand through and grabbing my cock; I hadn't put on any underwear after my morning shower so she quickly wrapped her fingers around my bare shaft.Instead of going back to kissing her, as much as I enjoyed. I didnt respond, I just rolled over and went to sleep. Next morning I woke up with morning wood. I looked over at Michael, who was also awake, he obviously had the same. There was a tap on the door and Aunt Debbie poked her head through as she partially opened it. Im just going to the supermarket to get some stuff, you can get your own breakfast and amuse yourselves cant you? she informed us. No problem mum Michael responded. We heard the door slam and our door once again opened. It was. They are going on the pussy I own’. He pressed two fingers inside the pussy roughly. ‘This is what seems to be causing so much trouble, isn’t it, Slave? Sit down and spread those legs.’ I did as I was told and he attached the eleven clips to my vulva, essentially pinning the petals back and leaving my pulsating clit exposed. I looked to the ceiling as each clip was attached. The hot sting melted into a hot burn. After he was done he told me, ‘you may not come. You are being punished, Slave. You.