He then lit the candle, and let it burn for a minute. He put the candle, so that it was sticking out of my ass parallel to the floor. I heard her moan...ng for some reason, as he said, "Well, now, we're going to play a game. First, slave, I am going to swat your ass with this riding crop, and you will count each stroke out loud. I wouldn't suggest moving your ass around too much, however, or your sweet wife will share your suffering. You see, I've placed her, so that her tender pussy is directly. ” Mike agreed and we headed for the shower, which was a standard tub with a showerhead. We climbed in together without mentioning it. Before that day, I wouldn’t have climbed into a shower with someone else. Now, it seemed crazy not to be in there with Mike. I soaped up to get my semen off of my stomach and chest. I worked up a lather to clean my butt and ass of Mike’s semen. I lingered around my sphincter. My ass seemed to have been permanently stretched. I turned around to show Mike. “Your. But couldn't. He knew it was wrong to watch, but... "Beautiful," he whispered. "They're beautiful together."What he saw didn't help his sinking mood. What he saw made him feel even more inadequate than before. With a sigh, he turned and limped away. His throbbing hard-on caused the limp, not his bum leg.David figured that Ms. Lena Prince was close to retirement age, that is, if Child Protective Services had a compulsory retirement rule. He figured the CPS policy manual did indeed contain an. My curfew ended two hours earlier so there’s no doubt my mother and stepfather would give me an earful of how disappointed there were if they were still up. I walk up the stairs and freeze as I see my stepfather leaning against my bedroom door. I scan the hallway for a sign of my mother but she’s nowhere to be seen - her bedroom door is shut so she must have tired of waiting for me.“Why are you still up?” My voice quivers as I mount the last step and walk towards my bedroom. “I was worried.