"Blimey", she moaned, "That's made my knees sore" and adjusted herself to stretch her legs out straight. "Please Janet get off me I am sorry I called ...ou names", I gasped still helplessly pinned under her weight. Still panting from her exertions she laughed, "Poor David, your 15 stone, fat pig, cousin is sitting on you and hurting you and you can't do anything to stop me. I am going to rest and bounce on you another 50 times, you know you like it really it makes your willy go stiff". Soon she. Do you get it dickhead, I own you and can do what I want, when I want, she laughed? Do you understand. Yes, i said painfully.Sitting back comfortably on the settee, she said, right, slowly drop em, I want a show. Not wanting more pain, I slowly put my fingers on my boxer waistband and pulled them down. I was still semi hard, so she took the opportunity of casually picking up a ruler my wife had been using earlier and began slapping my dick with it. I cried out with pain, which she found. Angela moved closer to Gitane’s pussy which dripped creamy ropes of cum that clung between her thighs. The men loved that Gitane was gifted with girl cum. She was the top girl under that category.“How many times have you cum?”“Six, but all little ones…mmm…yes. Please sissy!” Gitane trembled with another mini-orgasm and Angela marveled at this ability, “…I need the big one! Please, just touch me with your tongue, anywhere down there.”Angela watched the guys jerking off in the little windows the. I had wanted to buy some men'stighty-whiteys, but my wife pointed out that they wouldn't be cutcorrectly in the crotch. "Believe me, I've tried," she said. Interesting,seeing as how I had never owned a pair. "Oh, I snuck them from my olderbrother's room. They're just too loose in front; you have to stuff inlike three socks to fill it." So intrigued I was by her admission that Irelented and bought the women's panties. In time, underwear for bothsexes was repackaged. Sensing my indignity at.