‘Put her thong in that slutty mouth, I don’t wanna hear her for now.’ So you shove my thong into my mouth.Now I cannot move, see or talk. Your g...rl seems to know what I’m thinking cause she says ‘Yes, you’re just a hole for me now, that’s how I like my sluts, tied up and quiet.’Then she spanks me again. I’m moaning still, but then she tells you to go sit elsewhere and just watch her punish me, while you stroke your dick for her.I can feel you leaving the couch, my head is now on it. I feel your. An hour or so later, the side door creaked open and the girl hissed at me. She held a small candle, raised it and looked at me appraisingly. "You certainly smell better," she said as I set my musket aside and gathered her in. She dropped the candle and grabbed me about the neck, smashing our mouths and bodies together.I stomped out the sputtering flame, hoisted her voluminous skirts, unlimbered my turgid weapon, pushed her back to the thick door jamb, fingered her small quim and was jabbing my. She seemingly went atonic and slumped deeper into the warm water. With each passing sip of wine she seemed to sink deeper into a relaxed sort of zen state. I’m sure she just thought that this was a combination of fatigue, a warm bath and some good wine. My viewers and I knew the truth though. Within 20 minutes she had finished the wine, and has sunken into a quiet sense of ecstasy. I got up and walked into my Mom’s room. I looked through her clothes and found what I was looking for. A small. Who am I kidding? Barely anyone managed to actually hit it the first time. Even I missed. Neija scoffed in annoyance at my failed attempt.“You think you can do better?” I asked as I tossed it to her.She got it and dropped it to smack it with her racket. She hit nothing but air and the cone landed the grass. Her tail scrunched in annoyance and she looked off into the distance so as not to meet my gaze.“I thought so.” I took it back and this time managed to send it over.“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Amanda.