"Lick it," he said, smiling.I met his smile with one of my own. Power had now been shifted and we both knew it. He would do anything to fuck me again... He was probably hoping to get one last good memory of this experience to sustain him through the dark days ahead with his ugly wife.I dropped to my knees and he looked elated, like a small boy who’d been allowed to have sweets. He shuffled forward with his trousers still around his ankles and I grasped his cock and examined it minutely as it. You spoke not another word as you moved across the room; I listened carefully as I could tell by the sound that you were moving the spanking bench. Hearing you walk back to me, you took a fist full of hair and dragged me across the room ? ?Get over here you filthy whore.? You roared at me as you forced me to kneel over it. Ensuring I was secured to it and my cunt was well exposed, you stood and took a few steps back.Hearing yours and the dog?s foot steps as they moved closer to me, suddenly I. The feeling was intense and I nearly came in her mouth then and there. "To tell the truth," she whispered, "I was already fantasising about doing exactly this. I'm so horny now, so wet."She stood up and turned around, facing the bench, bending forwards a bit so that her arse stuck out slightly. I knelt behind her, lifted her skirt and gazed at her gorgeous, curvy arse, covered in her light cotton panties. From here, I could smell her arousal as I slipped her panties down. I leaned in and kissed. Twas a Sunday and outside the formidable prison a considerable crowd was gathering. There were respectable men with their wives and children staring at its dreary stone walls. We also saw several ragged boys and girls romping and laughing in the streets. That the neighbouring public-houses were filled with a tipsy crowd was no surprise, save for the early hour, and here and there a few barriers had been erected, and workmen were engaged in putting up more. ‘I wonder what’s going on.’ I said to.