Again, a blush as she thought of her own body and how it was poised. Her upper weight was heavy against her right arm, which was propping her in place... Her left leg was bent, knee pointed to the ceiling and her right leg laying, bent and resting on the table she was using as a stage. Her ankles almost touched and her left arm was draped casually across her stomach, the crop held by her left hand.Elizabeth wondered what it'd be like to have a masculine hand holding the crop, having him whip it. Bill happily lapped up his wife's nectar as it flowed from her slit. "Goddamn, you've gotten so much better at eating me, bitch", Monica said as her orgasm ended and she climbed off of her husband's face. She got onto the sofa and put her feet out. "Now, give me a foot massage and tell me how your day at work was. Did you enjoy wearing my panties?" Yes mistress", Bill said as he knelt at his wife's feet and began massaging them. "I loved feeling your dirty panties restraining my cock." "I'm. My feet took off the floor and everything before my eyes grew blurry. The girl was screaming; I saw her flailing her arms like a puppet. And then a monstrous hit ensued; parts of the torn boarding grazed my left cheek. I collapsed like a rock on the floor. The light died out, for a moment my consciousness died out too. Shadows were dancing in the darkness. I felt sick, and my shoulder hurt. I stirred, but then realized that I’m lying on my side, and that I’m stuck. Something was pressing my. I’m the second of seven siblings from a very, very strict Roman Catholic family where the rule is absolutely no sex before marriage and even masturbating is considered a sin, so I guess I sin quite a lot.Our house, situated on a hillside, overlooks a two-storey, four-apartment duplex next door. From my bedroom window, I can easily look down into the bedrooms of the two that face our house. One unit contains a young married couple and the other a single young man and sometimes someone who I.