I cough and clear my throat and whisper: »Pretty please!« »What?« »Uhm, nothing really!« Now he gets up and slaps my already striped bottom s...acking hard with his palm for that lie. »Fuck!«, I cry out, just to get another ringing spank on the other buttock. The whip jerks up and down in my cunt and I can feel a climax approach. »Who do you wanna fuck, babe?«, he querries my out-burst, but I just can't say it, as much as I would hate him watching me come from a simple leather whip! But. Helen’s reaction wasn’t hurt or angry, so much as “Yeah, I figured that was coming eventually.”“That’s the popular version, and the one I chose to let them believe. When I first met my husband, Julie and I had just had our ‘final argument,’ and ... well, Vincenzo was quite a handsome old fellow. I’m not a total Silver Fox Hound, but you know how they say that women are attracted to men who remind us of our fathers? Well, the man I regard as my father fought in World War I. And I won’t lie and. I did?Yeah. We’re going to have to keep doing this until you learn to do it right. He leaned in and pecked my lips again.Really?Yes. He leaned in and kissed me again. I let him.Practice makes perfect.He kissed me again, this time toying with my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to let him in, teasing his tongue with my own.He ran his right hand up through my hair and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to him in a long, slow, passionate kiss.Maybe it was the pot, maybe the alcohol. Or. He took the electrode away miss Sims panting her bosom bouncing almost involuntarily her voice hoarse and in panic."Nooooo please noooo I I can't take ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"He pressed the power pads back on her wonderful melons.The dildo massacre was going to plan. He wasn't sure but behind him on the floor one of the girls seemed to be coming her ass pushing back on her friend mouth cock. It was the gimp Michelle, giving a lip pressed squeal of humiliation and ecstasy."Nmmmmmmmmm!!!"The.