She let out another moan as her knees buckled slightly. Her hand made its way into my pants, rubbing my cock, and pulling its seven inches from its pr...son so she could stroke me.We continued like this for a while until her moan began to sound more strained, and she buried her face in my shoulder, biting my neck lightly. I took the prompt to pick up my pace, almost lifting her off her feet. Her hands had already stopped their work, not being able to concentrate on stroking. She closed her eyes,. I had done this last week, but there was nothing definite to be seen. Irealised that if I continued to do this, I would end up with verydefined tan lines that would stop me being able to go swimming forinstance.And finally sissy, the email said. We need to discuss your demerits.I had been told that any failures on my part would result in a demeritand a demerit would mean me having to have something done that wouldfeminise me. I was told these would start off as something private. The stimulation was so great that Donna felt the waves of several powerful orgasms wracking her body. Only when she became completely still did he stop the pounding. While she was recovering quietly, he picked up a slender wooden paddle. He applied two vicious swats, one to each nipple. White heat shot through her body to her brain. This sudden sharp pain brought Donna back to life for the tenth and final taste. It was fortunate that only one item was left on the tray as they were both near. Looking at each other. I had never heard Gina use any off color language. She said, ‘What the fuck happened.’ ‘I have no idea, Beautiful. I do know we tried to kill each other and we loved it.’ That got us into that silly after sex laugh that sometimes attacks. We kissed, wiggled and tried to get closer together. In a while, I got up and retrieved some pitted dates, a wet washcloth and a glass of cold water. I sat the dates on the bed, splashed some water onto my hand and rubbed it onto Gina’s.