His fingers, still wrapped in the blankets, pulled it to his mouth so he could bite down on the fabric. The grimace on his face looked like he was in ...orrible pain but he forewarned me that I was to continue, no matter what, so I did. "Talk to me, tell me what a whore I am, pleaseeee!" "You are a whore, a filthy little anal whore. My cock is buried so deep you won't sit right for a week bitch!" "Yes Ma'am, oh god, harder pleaseeeeeee." He begged. I drilled him, withdrawing almost the. " After placing their orders, he kept stealing glances at her. He knew that Wendy wasn't every man's idea of beautiful, but he's never been drawn to pretty faces. It was her inner beauty that drew them together, the way she talked to him, the way she laughed, the way she thought. As for Wendy, she just knew after the first time they met that Jay at the country club, that he was the man for her. She was willing to wait until the time was right. He was just barely taller than her 5'7", and had. I could see a real prospect of history repeating itself in some way and it depressed me. Zena made no further comment on the way home, which if anything made things worse. She could have said there was little likelihood of Connie drifting away or finding someone else, but she didn’t, and so I was feeling depressed and pessimistic by the time I was seated at home with a mug of tea. My feelings were not helped by a little subterfuge I perpetrated at lunchtime that day. I went to ‘Burns. She did not hesitate to suck all of his dirty fingers into her mouth and lick them clean. Alfie was astonished at the pretty girl's kinky efforts to please him. He softly spanked her flanks to acknowledge her naughtiness and to show his appreciation for her cooperation.Her low pitched moans caught the attention of a couple of the servants who smiled in the realization that "young Miss was at it again!"Alfie was unable to restrain himself any longer and he grabbed the young girl's ample flanks.