" good, I want to fuck your mouth like that too. but if u agree, then that mouth belongs to me to use how I want, and with who else I want. that means...if I bring my friend over, I expect you to mouth fuck him too, and anyone else I tell you. Can you agree to that?" I don't know, but I sure don't have any way to pay those fees. I told myself I wasn't gonna be a whore anymore, but Since Bernard left, he left me no choice." She looked down at the floor and said "when do I start?"I pulled my dick. ”“Poor, baby. Complaining?”“No way! If this is how I go, how could it be better?” We both chuckled but I was already leaning forward, putting my hands on his knees and we fought for a rhythm that allowed him to drive up into me as I was descending down onto him. And we found it. I shifted one hand from his knee and slipped it between our legs to his balls. I forced my hand under him and gently squeezed and massaged as we continued our fuck and his hands shifted to my front and roaming over my. After just a few spanks on my bare bottom I could feel tears well up in my eyes. She certainly knew how to spank. She might not have done it for a long time but she definitely hadn't forgotten how. There was a pause after a while. I heard her reach onto the side table next to her and felt two sharp taps of a cold instrument on my warm bottom. It was the dreaded hairbrush. Next second she brought it down hard onto the sit spot of my bottom. I yelped out in pain. And she did it again. And again.. It was a mutual thing. Another female now stood in front of Cheryl Lynn. She was short and skinny and her dark brown hair complimented the landing strip that led to a perfect fold between her legs. She had no breasts, just puffy nipples that formed tiny mounds. It was the first time Cheryl Lynn had seen a woman over twenty with a flat chest. It did not take away from her femininity any. Cheryl Lynn could see that she was all woman by her actions. Slowly, Cheryl Lynn watched this flat-chested.