Jessi, help me strip her!"My friend immediately grabbed at my bikini bottoms while her aunt undid my top. My struggling was futile as Fiona held me ti...ht while Jessi slid the thong bottoms off of my feet, remaining crouched beside me.Her aunt then continued the spanking while Jessi held my legs. I cried out piteously to her aunt for mercy, even though the whole thing was turning me on more than anything else.Eventually, it all came to an end, after about thirty slaps, but who was counting? In. She could have employed nurses, but wanted to be with her father whilst she could. Her marriage to Harmon was almost inevitable.Banksworth moved into the family home, and almost from the word go, started to treat Anne like a slave. He regularly forced himself upon her as was 'his right' as a husband. As her father faded away, she was no stranger to local infirmaries herself; she had her nose re-set twice, her jaw wired whilst the fracture healed on one occasion, and numerous sutures to eyebrows. We keep a small bottle of massage oil on the headboard, within easy reach. I sleep on his left, but I'm right-handed, so a little clumsily with my left hand, I retrieved the bottle, flipped the top and poured a healthy amount onto his head and shaft. Setting the bottle back, I used my left hand to spread the oil and slowly stroke him, simulating a tight pussy as best I could.In those early years, I hadn't quite gotten used to stroking him left-handed. It wasn't as good as his own stroking and. Standing before him as his erect cock throbs for her, she runs her hands across her breasts and down her belly. He follows her fingers as they outline her belly button and make figure eights on her skin. Finally, her fingers part her lips, exposing her clit. He sees her delicious body tremble at the touch of her finger to her clit. He grins as she begins to rub herself. Her lips begin to glisten and her finger slides around easier as she gets even more excited. She places one foot up on the.