Potter huffed as another blow went SWACK! onto the stunned boy's shivering flesh. This line was a smooth curve that connected two points of the left s...ar."Hum, going for a pentangle, I see. How appropriate, you old witch," Grand Dad chortled.Mrs. Potter's violet eyes blazed like rubies as the crop again made contact. SWACK! Then three more SWACKS! and Mrs. Potter's work was done and a perfectly formed star inside a circle pulsed painfully on Billy's back. But, just as the black-haired beauty. Kind, with funny stories and a terrifically sarcastic old man sense of humor. She was mid 50s, still fairly petite but had her boobs done earlier in life so was keeping it firm and perky up top, she kept herself put together and looking nice but without being over-the-top and trying too hard to look young. She was also kind, always sharing something she'd read in the newspaper, and I think very grateful that I was around to help Vince do "the manly man things" like fixing a door.My encounters. We got in and it was packed, this was like Lucky's video, the instruments of pain, drew blood from the large welts that rose from their smooth bottoms, these were eastern European girls enduring genuine pain for the pleasure of others, paying for the privilege of watching. John stared as the girl was bent double and her ass pulled wide open as she was rotated so everyone could see inside her pink pussy, the man's fingertips were white with the force he pulled her open with.I was fondling Johns. Emily finally got up and went over to Robert. “Robert, you are leaking all over the place. Are you ready for your daily milking?” He just nodded.Emily went and got two of the dining room chairs and put them facing away from the couch about 2 feet apart. She unlocked his cuffs and then had Robert lay across them with his torso on the one on my right and his thighs on the one on my left. His dick stuck down between the two, making it definitely appear that he was ready to be “milked”. Emily.