Mr. Barton remarked, once she was in position, that neither card had said anything either about who was to carry out the punishment or about how many ...ashes Ibby was to receive. He suggested that he would call for volunteers, with Ibby selecting her own executioner, who would then spin the wheel to determine the number of lashes. This met with everyone’s approval. “Ok, so who would like to administer the full body whipping?” Three (male) hands went up. “Your choice, Ibby!”, said Mr. Barton, but. I reached down to her bare pussy lips with my finger, and fished around until I found the opening. She was already so wet it turned me on. I pushed in once or twice and pulled it out. I stuck my finger to my nose. It didn't smell much different than my own pussy, so I stuck my tongue out. Oh lord, it was heavenly. It tasted similar, but different. More tart, but still magnificent. I imagined my life would never be the same again! I dove right in, no teasing. I lapped at her pussy and clit and. Her tits were so big that the bouncing caused by the giant cock fucking her from behind caused her erect nipples to rub on the shagpile carpet she was kneeling on. The look of utter pleasure on her whorish face at the time the man shot his load into her from behind told Elizabeth that she was not faking the orgasm. For the first time Elizabeth wished that she was the woman on the TV and she felt guilty feeling that way.Elizabeth had started on her way to becoming Bambi.Several More Days had. She was hogtied on my bed and I was eating grapes out of her pussy. I then ate some mashed potatoes off of her tits as I fucked her. For dessert she ate about a gallon of my cum as I shot it on her face.? Thinking that this would cause Simone to run from the restaurant in horror, he was stunned when she had a look of excitement on her face. Simone leaned forward and asked what happened next. Stunned, Devon told her of his encounters with the women from the various escort services he.