Your skin mine to touch, to spank...but all this time, you have been wanting more haven't you?" I wonderedwhere this was going, but only nodded. "You ...ant to touch that male shaftof yours, you want Me to peg you, you might even want to stick that thinginside Me." I looked down ashamed. It is true. Mistress has given me somuch pleasure, allowed me to express a side I had suppressed for years, andI was totally grateful to Her. But, I was still a man physically and Iwanted so badly to do the. Then there is dizziness and I find I am somewhere else, on top of this angry animal, then I realized somehow I am now in the body of the cowboy on the bull.I still don't know how, whether it is instinct or just the natural response of this body, but I manage to somehow use my spurs to hold me in place while my right arm and hand seemed to have a death grip on the rope around the middle of the bull. I was far too busy and way too scared to even think.Suddenly my thoughts cleared and I began to. But no I’m not steering you the wrong way. I just think she will loosen up your emotions a little. And things will just go smoother,” Bill replied. “OK then. Give her a call. Let me know when she can come by or I can come over there,” I said. “Consider it done. She is nice and not one of those ones where you have to be perfect about every little thing they have you do. Like parallel parking. So consider yourself lucky dude,” Bill replied. “I’ll keep that in mind dad. And thanks,” I said. So. Pete didn’t even pause, letting loose another stroke that caused each soft melon to shake. Megan’s hands clenched in fury, fueled by the pain and humiliation her best friend was enduring, but tempered by the now roaring desire she felt within her. Megan’s mind was a riot and she suddenly pictured herself in the wooden chair, trying to imagine what Erika was feeling.But the pain of the breast lashing was obviously subsiding under a new sensation. Erika’s face contorted as the heat from her.