We did that for a two reasons. First, we wondered why it was so thick, when it wasn't really even needed to hold up your pants. We wanted you to feel ...t against your skin. Second, you threatened to 'beat our fucking asses,' if we didn't let you go earlier. I think you would have used that thick belt on us, so we're going to use it on you, for just that same purpose. You will also learn who are the bosses, and who is the slave!" I struggled in vain as Sally shoved a ball gag in my mouth, tying. " Well, if you desperately want to take somebody’s pain, you might as well take your own. You will whipped, A and in a very special way. You will turn around after every lash, alternately offering me your back and your front. And you will determine yourself how long and how much you want to suffer for me. I will not stop until you tell me - or until I will know - you have given me everything you have got, do you understand that?" Yes Sir." The whipping starts. The long leather strokes hit you. I did as he said, shrugging my hoodie all the way off. "'M 'ere," he said to me. I smiled and crawled over to him. He sat down on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. He kissed me, his hands running up into my hair. He found the hair bow holding my ponytail up, pulling it loose, letting my hair cascade down my bare back. He kissed me, running his hands through my messy curls. As he kissed me, his hand traveled down again to stroke my overly sensitive pussy. I gasped as his finger brushed over my. I had noticed recently that her bra was stuffed with breast pads to soak up the errant leakage of breast milk. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever known and I loved every inch of her. I had wanked myself to sleep many a night thinking of placing my penis between her breasts and rubbing one out whilst being soaked in her baby milk. I reached her and gave her a cuddle saying it don’t matter mum I’ll help you clean up and get you changed. I wiped the tears away from her eyes. She held my.