" Mmm, fuck, that's good," I smiled, this had gone so much better than I'd dared hope, my former bully now my submissive bitch, "I think you deserve a...reward for admitting what a closet cock loving fag you are, for getting that hot arse fucked well for the first time, I'm going to feed you my cum."I took my dick, almost ready to explode, from his arse, and pushed him to the floor, turning him so he lay on his back. His cock jutted up in the air, harder than it had been all evening, he began to. Christine’s dress had pulled up to her waist, revealing her bareness below and she took the opportunity to slip a hand down to her clit and stimulate herself as her mouth was being fucked. Suddenly, Christine’s hair was pulled up and her body followed as she came face to face with Mr. Dunn again. Saliva was dripping from her lips and running over her chin as she breathlessly looked at him, "I want more than your pretty mouth this time." was all he said. Christine was quickly spun around and. They are closely spaced, almost as if they are on a wheel. Not painful, just shocking, very different from the sensations a moment ago. “What is that, what are you doing?” I know I’m not alone in the room anymore. The rolling pins continue across my body, across my shoulders and breasts, across my stomach and inner thighs and across my calves and feet. Then there is nothing. I can hear the sound of metal on the table. It must be the pins. “What is that? What are you doing?” Then finally. “Drinking this,” I said indicating the shake. “Can I sit down?” “Sure.” I took the straw between my lips and while looking at him I slowly sucked up the cold liquid. When I let go of it I licked my lips and sat back. His eyes were on my face and he was smiling. “Do you want to go for a ride?” “Mm, I might.” My heart was beating like crazy and my hands were clammy. I wasn’t sure what to do if I got into the car with him. My pussy told me to get it over and done with but at the same time, I.