Mrs Witton said, “This is going to hurt girl, but don’t forget, it’s your own fault.” That demolished me. Yes, my fault the vase broke, my fau...t I chose Mrs Witton to spank me, my fault my fault my fault. The first spank with the hairbrush made me scream out. I didn’t want to as after all as an 18 year old surely I should be able to take a spanking. It seemed not though as when the hairbrush spanked me again and again I cried out each time and each time the pain lasted longer and my bottom. When he grabbed my cock I felt so naughty, sexy, slutty and guilty at the same time. It was all so easy compared to playing with women. They either weren't in the mood or wanted a lot of money spent on them or commitment that I wasn't ready for, not to mention pregnancy. Yet I so desired to be looked at like a piece of candy like a women and Tim did this for me. I didn't want to use him but, I couldn't stop wanting to tease him until he would just feel my up. Well unfortunately Christmas. Her round boobs were firm but soft. I was now pressing the boobs with my hands. Suddenly she moved and turned to face me. She didn’t wake up though and just slept by putting her hand on top of me. This movement brought her boobs right in front of my face, and now my face was buried in her boobs. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and slowly started to suck it, while pressing the other boob with my hand. My dick somehow got close to her pussy and was touching her pussy. I moved kept sucking. Then she lies on her back and daddy generously slathers her growing swell of breast before rubbing her tight bald pussy. He opens up her petal lips and again, just inserts the tip of a finger inside. She lies there for awhile enjoying the sunshine, then daddy says she should open her legs so inside her thighs can tan. He enjoys the view of her pussy shining with the sun cream. She looked so beautiful and innocent as she slept. He knew it was wrong but the thought of her small, soft body, naked.