Natasha for the frist time know the difference between fucking and getting fuck, She realise the thing with pain is that if u relax and take it like a...good bitch it comes with feeling of warmth which comes with pleasure. They all start groaning, herself , 'pounder' ,and Rough dude, it feels like heaven, everything faded, they didnt exist it all just herself,rough dude,and 'pounder' ,that exist,everything is at a stand still.it felt like hours but its definatlely a couple of seconds. At once. We would always have sexwhen She wanted (which was very often), but i would need Her permission todo anything. Of course i wasn't ever allowed to masturbate unless She toldme to. i spent a lot of time licking and kissing Her feet, Her legs, adoringHer, worshipping Her. It was wonderful to be able to actually express totallove for someone without holding anything back. 7. She bought a whip and started whipping me. The first time, She cuffedme to a post, bottom up, with my legs tied to posts on. “They’re for me,” the man smiled. “Through that door is a closet. You’ll find leather and tools.”“What are you waiting for? Get naked!”“Yes Mistress.”“Bathroom?”“Door on the other side.”She relieved herself, removed her disguise and showered, taking her time. When she emerged, she scowled at the man. He wore a hood with a zippered mouth, and a tight corset and leggings. “I said naked, slave!” she growled.“Call me Krissy,” he whimpered.“I’ll call you Krissy if you take off that ridiculous. She was vaguely aware of a popping sound, and wondered idly if they had broken a spring in the couch. Then Arthur groaned and the liquid heat of his first blast painted her chin and throat.“SURPRISE!!”Molly looked over in horror to see her living room was suddenly full of family.Arthur groaned again as another spurt shot up the side of her face.“OH! MY! GOD!” a woman shrieked. Somewhere in Molly’s brain, she thought it was Ginny. There was another pop. “Hello. Sweet Mother of God!” Molly’s.