.."He was interrupted by a flurry of smacks across the back of Blonding'slegs with Miss Feel's strap. "You too, you little hussy," she cried."Both of ...ou ask. Now!"The young student began crying too, in a girlish voice, and the two ofthem shared a glance to coordinate their line: "P-P-Please will you p-play with our g-g-girlish little clitties, ladies?"The giggling attention of every woman was on them as Vera and Alisonindicated where their two sissies were to sit on their laps. LyndonBlonding. His cry of surprise was lost as she gave him no time to recover, she began thrusting hard into his ass. The visual was just as she'd imagined...the sounds of his cries and groans music to her ears. Now this was pleasure coated power! She now realized how her own Master, her Husband, must feel when he buried his cock into her ass. And she also knew the pleasure that her sub was feeling, his dark passage being plundered again and again."Take that cock, bitch! You know you want it. Do you. She is forty and should be having sex with Tom but he had a gambling problem. He would be at the track instead of their bed.Mary walked toward the entrance to the prison. She didn't like the place. She was always hit on by someone, from the guards or prisoners. She knew she would because the way she always dressed. She was wearing a black skirt that stopped at her knees, black blouse with see through sleeves, black pantyhose on her legs, and black high heels on her feet.Mary had to admit that. Her pubic mound was covered with a dark bush that was just as nature intended, no big deal. She looked remarkably soft and feminine, and after careful observation I realized why. This girl never went to the gym. She never jogged or exercised, had not built up her muscles the way many girls do. Hers was the body of a woman who’s not expected to do any heavy lifting in life, just be the apple of a man’s eye and give him children. The next time I saw her, a strange feeling came over me that took.