I don't care about other women, I can sex anywhere, but I have been missing the dominance. That is his gift with me. No one else has taken me to that...high - no one else knows my soul like he does. I know the punishment is going to hurt, I know that I deserve it, I know I want it!Sir starts with his hand - the sting is immediate. These aren't playful smacks, these are definitely punishment and I will be feeling these for a while. Next is the paddle. I hear the swish right before I feel the. They say that you just go to sleep, and you do sort of, but it's hellerscary and awful before then. You do a lot of treading water, andwhimpering, and praying, and getting sick from swallowing seawater, andyou think about everything you'll never get a chance to do when you'redead, which when you're fifteen is a whole lot of things. At least thiswas my experience, thrashing around in the middle of the Atlantic in thedead of night all by myself, paddling and paddling because the ocean'schoppiness. She woke up her mind focusing on the man with the clawed hand, how did he do this to her a little Monster eating on her pretty clit, a other super tiny creature part of the massive fat cock that had somehow come to abuse her tiny pussy with it little hands rubbing on her G Spot, each time it glided passed it, making her bust all over herself, and moan loudly nonstop.Although this was to much for her confused mind to handle, for her mouth was also being used by gigantic monstrous fat dick, that. I felt certain I would hear the moans from the shower tonight.So I waited for tonight for my sister to enter the shower. The anticipation actually was arousing.When I finally heard my sister go in the shower, I listened intently. I heard the water cut on and then the splashing. I imagined she was soaping up her body. Then I heard it. The first moan from her mouth that indicated she was feeling herself.Immediately, I stripped and ran to the bathroom. The exhilaration of being in the shower with.