That feels good, because my 'disgust' at him is not real, in fact I get rather stimulated by these sessions. However, he can't know that. "Okay, time ...or being my bitch, worm, and consider yourself fortunate that I'm in a good mood." With that I ram a smaller 7 inch dildo into him and sink it all the way to the base. I've lubed him up properly, but I'm hardly gentle, that would defeat the whole purpose wouldn't it. I slap it in and out a few times and he squirms against his bonds, I must have. As I rubbed my clit, all common sense began falling away. I had to have some cock and if it was teenage cock, it would just have to do. Standing up quietly, I tightened my robe and headed down the steps. They were so caught up in their jerking off that they didn’t even see me until I was right behind them. They nearly jumped out of their skin when I cleared my throat and said “ Are you boys having fun?” I could tell that they both wanted to shove their cocks back in to their pants but it. I watched her face, as she looked out through the window, watched the humiliation and shame grow on her face as the yellow stain bloomed on her white panties. Finally, the splashing stopped and she tried hard to stifle a sob. "Finished, slut?", I asked, off hand."Y,,,y....yes, Master", she sobbed, as her wet panties plastered themselves to her cunt, outlinign her lips clearly. "You pissed all through your nice panties tho, slut. What sort of disgusting, little slut does that?", I asked."This. A. Charger fans who show up for one of their home games. The move was a stupid idea. Los Angeles is only capable of supporting two pro teams at a time, and they already had Southern Cal and UCLA. Anyhow, Wittenberg’s in Germany, and there was this cathedral there. And on this fall morning, five hundred years ago today, we see a monk nailing something to the door. That’s Brother Victor Frankenguber, nailing up the notice of the weekend’s upcoming bingo games.Now the game of bingo was helped by.