What are these bad things you say you are thinking?” Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack. Five more firm swats on her right cheek.“Sir, MISTER Sir, ... confess. When I disagree with you Sir, I do it on purpose, because my pussy twitches whenever you make that ‘what are you going to do with me’ comment you always make, Sir. I do it because I dream about you spanking my bottom, Sir, Mister Sir. And then at night when I suck my husband’s cock Sir, I imagine that it’s your cock, Sir. And I think about. That the second one is in my tongue doesn't make it easier to turn down boys. For some reason it is a sign of sluttery or something. I do like the rebel feeling of it, reason for getting one at fifteen at the height of puberty. It's better than getting pregnant isn't it?"Ready Miss?" I heard from behind me. "I'm Mike and we'll be flying together." My dreamy pilot had finished his checks. I had seen him do a thorough check of all nuts and bolts, the lines of the airplane, drain petrol, fill the. I moved my left hand and wrapped it round his hard cock, before slowly moving said hand up and down this cock attached to my ex’s brother.He stopped kissing her breasts as I carried on licking my ex’s pussy as I was masturbating the man lying beside her, both as naked as I was at that moment.He must have shifted as then next thing I felt was his cock move away from where I held it. As I was still licking my ex-girlfriend’s pussy I looked up and saw they were looking into each other’s eyes as. ?Blindfold yourself, then cuff your wrists behind you. Stand as you wait for me. She did as commanded. Without being able to see, she had no idea how long he was making her wait. Her feet began to feel sore in the heels. Normally she never more heels higher than three inches, and these were six. Ignoring the pain, she stood perfectly still.?From across the room, Simon admired her. He had slipped in as soon as he had heard the lock on the handcuffs slip shut. She was truly lovely. He made her.