You is a sissy. And, it’s my job to train you.”“Are you sure, Mr. Johnson,” inquired Clover.“Of course, I am. I’m a big grown man. And you...only in third grade.”“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”“Call me ‘Pops’. Come over here.”“Yes, Pops!”“See you got on these li’l shorts and your li’l boi booty is hangin’ out. That’s how sissies wear they clothes.”“Oh…”“Yeah! And you switch like a girl when you walk. Bend ovah my knees because a grown man is supposed to spank a li’l sissy.”Clover bent over. Hambone smacked. To describe myself I used to work out regularly and had a good built. But due to my work I have put on weight in the recent past and have also given up work out. I am currently 28yrs Old. To start the story, I had to go for a marriage at Vijayawada from Chennai.I had finished a corporate presentation and was running short of time to reach the station. i had asked my friend to get the luggage from my home and rushed to the station. It was peak of summer and had reach my destination. As the. Between her breathing and her begging for him to fuck her, the sexual tension in the room was thick and heavy. She moved to meet his thrust with force as his cock began to get even harder and he knew it would only be minutes before he would have to let loose of his build up. Clenching the sides of her hips, he pulled her deeper onto his cock as he impaled her with his hardness, bringing out yet another ripple of spasms from her cumming again. She continued to have orgasm after orgasm with his. "Something like that. It is an interest of mine."Tea came and went, and more tea arrived. Reginald barely touched the second cup. His reduced capacity and the inconvenience of the woman's facilities had given rise to the habit early on. For the next hour, Reginald forgot himself, and spoke as he hadn't been able to since his return to England. Harold listened and, after a time, began to share in a way that showed his respect. To Reginald, it was so gratifying that he felt tears welling in his.