“And don’t try to tell me you’re too old for spanking, because that’s exactly what you’re going to get. Every week. Starting tonight!” An... number of times over the years, when I had made him mad, he’d bent me over and give me a dozen swats or so. As far as I was concerned, that was what “getting a spanking” meant. And I knew he was really upset about Mom running away. So I thought, what the hell, he’ll get over it. Boy, was I ever wrong about that! * I’ll never forget that first Saturday. He was quite short, only about five foot five she guessed. His bare arms hung listlessly from a black leather jerkin cinched at the waist with a wide tan coloured leather belt. A great mop of unruly ginger hair framed a face that in no way could have been called hansom. The most notable feature of his face was a bulbous nose that had broken vessels under the skin and gave a purple hue which contrasted his hair."I am Rene." He announced. "I shall be looking after you while you stay with us." His. “Master, may I please orgasm. I need to! I can’t hold it back anymore.” With a muffled voice, which is still working on me, he tells me I can. It’s almost as if I wasn't sure if I could, but I knew I heard the words. I lift my hips slightly meeting his pace, and cry out his name. I feel the rippling effect of my pussy begin its long orgasms. My back arches high, my nipples fully erect, my fingers dig into my legs, holding them in place. My orgasm doesn't let up, and I feel him pull the toy. “So good!” Delaney answered. “As good as this?” Madame growled, shoving her strap on cock deep inside Delaney’s tight, red cunt in one hard thrust. “NO!” Delaney squealed, “Never as good as what you do to my cunt!” Madame Destry pumped in and out of Delaney’s pussy, making the weights attached to her nipples swing wildly. Delaney moaned and gasped, as her pussy gushed and ballooned open. Her nipples burned; her cunt clamped down onto the dildo. “Go on!” Madame demanded, slapping her ass. .
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