“mmmh yeah good slave, oh oh oh yeaaaahhh” I started focusing all my energy into making her cum. “yeah yeah yeah YEAH AAAAOOOHHHH” her pussy c...m in my face wetting my entire face with her juices. She graved my head, then pushed and kicked me away from her, “good little bitch, that’s why I keep you around slave” she was glowing. I was on my knees panting with excitement, my cock hurt and burned.“Mistress may I pleas cum” I begged. She looked at me amused at my suffering, with a smile on her. His bladder drained splashing like a waterfall down onto the quarry tiled floor, the relief was magic though the tool remained stiff, if slack, still held up by the wax covering like a form of splint. The women took up their bootlaces, each a good 18inches long and tight knotted at the ends. He knew what was coming, his gran took the first swing, the leather wrapped itself round the hard shell of the erect shaft. There was little feeling bar the dull plop of the leather hitting the wax. His. I asked god for forgiveness, though I did not know up to how far it will really work.After everything, by about 7am, I walked around the house. I saw that he had a statue of his religious leader in a room which did not seem to be used by anyone.Though my religion strictly prohibits idol worship, I was looking at this and I felt like all my sorrow and pain is washed away. Actually, with imad I did not have much reason to be worried, except I was terribly misbehaving in my religion.While I was. It doesn't taste sweet to me at all. It's still good, but sweet? Come on Mr. V... "Time for me to have a taste of you, sweetie. I want you to bend over my desk and pull your shorts down, Christine." Christine did as she was told and pulled her shorts down to her knees and stuck her ass up in the air. She reached behind and got a hold of her ass cheeks. She spread her legs a little and pulled her cheeks open exposing her young pussy and asshole."Jesus...You're definitely not a shy girl.