Then hesaid his hand was starting to hurt and ordered her to go to the kitchen andfind something nice and hard to use as a paddle. April returned with...a metalspatula. JB whipped her asscheeks furiously. When she finally began crying,he began laughing. She'd been a good girl, so what was she doing? Next, he dragged her by thehair to the bedroom and threw her on it, her mascara-smeared eyes looked backat him pleading, pleading to please him even more. His bulky rotund weighteclipsed her frail. At least two hours passed. My calves were burning and I was thirsty. Thesun was going down and the breeze had gotten cooler. I was toouncomfortable to think about desire. But did I get angry? No. I knewthat Mistress could see me if she wanted to and I wanted her to see mesuffering for her like a good girl.She chose me.I thought that I would never fall in love again. I feared I would growold alone. I wept alone in my bedroom, in longing and loneliness. A talltrans woman, broad at the shoulder,. I suddenly realized why she was embarrassed.My dick, quite hard from the show and the self stimulation, had found its way out the leg hole of my shorts during the tumble. The grayish purple head poked out, and its single unblinking eye looked toward the door to her room, as if waiting for a parent to show up. That was all I needed, her dad, a mechanic, to find his little fifth grade daughter, in her panties, standing over a boy with a raging erection.No such parent showed up, so I got to my. My fingers were jammed inside her pussy for sometime as she put her legs so close and she didn’t let her my hand out for few minutes.She said she wants to see my guy, oh god…how I asked…she switched on her mobile light and brought it near to my guy. When she was about to bend down and start to suck it the interval came and lights were on. I had to literally pull her head out and make her sit straightened and also adjust myself to look decent in front of the people who were sitting here and.