That's good. Your mom is a deep sleeper. She won't hear us. Oh yes I locked your door too," Charles heard someone whispering on his ear.It was Ivy. He...could make out her figure in the darkness."Don't bother screaming!" Ivy warned him.She moved her fingers somewhere around his neck."I studied martial arts. One strike from me and you will only have thirty seconds to live. You will have a hard time breathing. You will be suffocating and eventually will die a painful death. Now do you want me to be. I love the thought of someone walking in on you as you are stroking it. And right when you are about to cum, your co worker walks in and you stop and pull the covers over your rock hard cock. But, your friend walks over to you and removes your hand from the covers and slowly pulls the blanket back. He looks you right in the eyes and you are so fucking horny that you can't say anything, you just watch as he continues to pull the blanket slowly revealing your naked, beautiful hard cock. He looks. And then another on her left. By the sound and the feel of it, she knew he was wielding the riding crop. More slaps to her thighs. Small, quick, stinging slaps… warm-up slaps. Now to her breasts, the same quick slaps. Some to the flesh, and some to the nipple. And then, it stopped. So quick? Surely there was more. More rustling to her side, she wished she could see what he was doing! She felt him grab her breast and then that wonderful feeling as clothespins were clamped first to her nipple and. " Mike pretended to figure something out. "When did that happen?" "About four months ago. Is it very bad? Is that what's causing my itch? What can we do about it?" Joyce attempted to close her legs. "Hold on Joyce, let me check something to get a better picture." Mike inserted his middle finger into her unbelievably tight pussy far enough to massage her g-spot. That got her hips moving frantically and subdued her attempt to end the session. "I believe it is that old wound and that you never.