“You don’t seem that similar.”“It’s alright.” Sophie said. “Our parents are family friends. I know it seems a bit odd - she’s almost 1... years older than me! She actually used to babysit me when I was younger.”“Ah that explains it.” I said, enlightened. I was keeping the steady gentle pulses of my ability at Sophie, and it seemed to be working well. She was relaxing and opening up to me - far more than I’m sure she would have to a relative stranger like me. Apart from her slightly flushed. Stretching, separating, plunging deep into her core. Bumping into her cervix you thrust like an a****l and spear your cock head through. She lets out a small cry as you take her womb, a place no other has ever been. You reach up and grab two handfuls of her hair and begin to plow her fertile field. You hammer into her, all of your frustration, all of your lust, all of your twisted emotions flow out of you through your cock. Savagely you take her, her eyes pressed shut. You don't know if she. .. I think you are turned on by spanking." This is all so embarrassing," Kimmi said."Everyone is wearing masks. Noone knows who you are. You are safe to experiment and explore here, Kimmi," he said. "Now, what are you drawn to? You keep staring at the woman being flogged." Mr. B led Kimmi to where the woman was being flogged. The woman kept throwing her head back with each smack as if in ecstasy."How badly does it hurt," asked Kimmi, eyes widening."You will get to see ..." Mr. B replied."What?. The shirt was stretched to the limit across her back and her jeans hung low across her shapely hips accenting her ass as she walked."Down boy; take it easy; only if you're invited can you come out and play."As instructed, I cut up the lettuce, a cucumber, some celery and tossed in some cherry tomatoes. I poured some Italian dressing over the salad and tossed gently. I put the bowl in the fridge and sliced some of the Italian bread, placing it in a basket. Meanwhile Lisa was finishing up the.