I was dazed, I was in a mess of self-loathing, disgust, and pain. I suppose it ended. At least the punishment did. I relaxed a little. I didn't know w...ether to take my mouth off the dildo. I thought it safer to keep it on.I then felt a coolness, a finger... ahhh... lubricant... at my hole. And then some more. "Yes, slut, these are your own little cum juices. Hahaha."What? Oh. Master must have scooped up my lttle cummies, and decided to use the mess. Yuck. Then I felt pressure, and intruder at. -aaah…! Oh my god…! Ah!-He was eating his teeth. After some time, he said,-okay, time for the face off position-As he prepared for face off sex, I sat on his groin and started riding him, pressing my calf bones against the bed. We were cuddling each other and kissing each other as well. He sometimes groped my buttocks or my boobs. That was great. I was moaning.After sometime like that, he said,-okay, time for the g-whiz position-As I laid, he took up my legs in the position and started fucking. Our spontaneous impudent loveplay was my sole fault, and that's why I never mentioned his name to anyone. The thick ropes come loose and the thirty sunburned oarsmen drive the heavy ship slowly out into the wide river. The mean Massak is one happy chap as he ties my feet together and enjoys a good look at my sinful oyster. »By Isis' hairy armpits - what a pity to drown that tight little cunt!«, he grumbles into his wild red beard and can't stop himself from groping me rude between the legs -. He did, however, get a strong sense of what someone was thinking—a glimpse, if you like, into their thoughts and desires. With this one, intriguing pictures drifted in and out of his consciousness. He discerned a mind as mischievous as his own. Her delinquent thoughts fascinating him.There was a wildness about her. And though she was very much aware of her own sensuality, recognising her appeal to others, not many tempted her in return. But, he sensed, for the ones that did, it was an.