He was an iron-faced man in black robes, his arms held high, leading them in song. They clapped and jumped and shook like the Holy Spirit was upon the.... Some babbled incoherently. I reckoned they were speaking in tongues, though it sounded like horseshit to me.I spotted Happy, curly, dark-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she moved to the music, a look of worshipful ecstasy painted on her face. Imagine that, the prude could smile. Her face was actually pretty when she wasn't frowning.. A strap of leather swishes by his hip, and he makes the belt buckle clink. Her pussy clenches visibly as she lifts her ass at little.“I'd start with the little switch...”She coughs wetly, her mouth audibly full with his cock.“..then move on to the whip...”She sucks in air quickly but he already pulls her toward him again.“...and then the paddle... until your ass is red as a cherry and you're wailing for me to fuck you already.” Now it's his turn to suck in air, and he grunts, “Fuck, yes, like. Most especially they enjoyed a clientele in which they serviced the whole family, the wives, the husbands and the children of these movers and shakers. These were lawyers and teachers and artists. Actors, musicians. And they trusted the clinic with their family. So after the lull there were more and more appointments.Both Victoria and Jim were busy every week. Jim was doing a lot of massage. Clients visited him once a week. Others less often but still on occasion. Others were a one time thing,. I moved his hands down to my thighs and told him to pull them wider apart so his cock could go even deeper inside me. My feet left the floor and my entire weight came down on his long, hard cock. His dick was really skewering me now as my legs were held far apart for his furious rutting thrusts. His prong was ripping in and out of my pussy, rasping viciously across my clit, sending jagged bolts of sexual heat up through my pulsing organs.He grunted each time his cock rammed inside me. Then.