She squirts on my floor. This bitch is on fire. So I tell her to go to the bed room and I tie her up. I take off my belt and whip her across the back....She moans and says yes. I say Who your Master bitch. Crack sounds the belt that now is my Whip. You are my Master. I crack the belt four more times and she is moaning with every whip and she yells and says IM CUMMING and I hear a gush and she comes everyhere. I untie her and tell her to swallow this dick bitch. And she gets to it, this bitch is. She watched closelyas I lowered my last piece of clothing and stepped out of it.She enthused, "This is just what I need. A dick that's too small to getme overexcited. It's such a relief not to have one of thoseuncontrollable mood-swings. You definitely won't have to worry about megrabbing you down there, handling you and making you moan, and fasteningmy mouth on there from some crazy compulsion. No, Myron. Whateverhappens between us will be the result of affection and not lust." That's. Needing no further invitation, I ripped off my shirt and took control of her body leading her into a vigorous session of sweaty slap and tickle without benefit of sound effects. She was really a good sport and took all that I dished out without a single complaint. Her husband was a lucky man and I certainly hoped he realized that fact before he managed to lose her to a more appreciative admirer.When we were both fully sated and relaxed into a reflective spooning position, the sounds from the. ” In class, however, the discussion was interesting and, perhaps, enlightening. The other situation was that Lois was different emotionally from the week before. It was interesting that the girls were more interested in the difference than the guys. As our time ended, Lisa said, “Homework! This is optional and you must get your parents permission to talk. Ask your parents how they met and how they came to fall in love with each other. If they will let you, we can talk about that next week. If.