At this point the two of us began moving up and down at about the same pace. My right hand was moving up and down my shaft. Her right hand was moving ...p and down her crotch underneath her skirt. To this day I still do not know if her hand was inside her panties as well. I like to think so. I like to imagine that she actually had slipped a finger to deep inside her cunt. I know that’s what I was imagining at that point.It really didn’t matter though. We both were extremely excited and we both. She still felt guilty about the way she had left him and admitted a curiosity about him. She knew who he was and where he lived but she was afraid that he would misunderstand if she sought him out. Each day brought a new commitment to never be forced to live the life she had for ten years... a life she hated and still felt unclean about.Hazel several times talked to her about it, "Sometimes life is hard, Honey, and you do what you have to at times just to live." She went on to encourage her to. My cock was a good size - about 7", a good girth and circumcised - but his was bigger, but not by much. It was beautiful without too much foreskin and he was fully erect with the veins very prominent and with a large mushroom head. He said it's time to satisfy your curiosity get on your knees and suck my cock. I pulled back his foreskin and licked off the large amount of precum. The taste was slightly sweet. He pushed his cock in my mouth a bit to hard and deep - it made me gag. He said,. At that moment,all I cared about was taking my spanking like a man. THWACK!!! THWACK!!!THWACK!!!Agony is just a word, nothing, nothing in my 21 years of pampered privilegehad come close to preparing me for pain on this nature. It was an epiphanyof torment. If a spanking hurt this much...what would it feel like if shereally decided to hurt me? I realized that I would be powerless to stop herif she did...and somehow, that realization felt freeing somehow. If I wasso weak as to be completely.