SWISH-CRACK! A fifth stroke slashed down. What an expert tormentor the sergeant was proving to be! SWISH-CRACK! A sixth stroke and Peter felt sure tha... would be the final one. But he was wrong! Very, very wrong! SWISH-CRACK! The seventh was a real corker, cracking and burning into Peter’s soft posterior. SWISH-CRACK! The eighth was the worst so far, searing and unforgiving. Peter bucked and writhed but by now Mark was almost in a trance, slashing the cane down without thought as he rejoiced in. But in your mercy, can I trust?++++++As for me, can I impressIn my slinky little dressFabric slippery, clinging, tight,So shiny, glowing in the light.Sensuous stockings, towering heelsNo-on knows how good this feels.Can I approach you? Can I say,Will you join me? Can we play?And if I do, will you agreeTo be together, you and me?Or will you say, "You do not seemThe kind of man that I esteem?"Must I endure your harsh disdainOr will you set my heart aflame?++++++I wonder wanly, street to. She was dripping , so I started with my fingers , and slowly touched my tongue to her clit , she clenched the bed sheets in ecstasy and let out a soft moan , I continued for a while and started pushing my tongue in her pussy , and she was going mad with it. I could literally feel her body tremble and she was holding my hair , pulling it and at the same time pushing it more and more into her pussy .She smelt and tasted just perfect. I started to insert two fingers and suck her clit like there. I have never had these feelings for Anna before. 'Surely this is just the wine,' I think to myself.Anna walks to the other room to gather a few remaining dishes from the den, and I watch her leave. Her hips sway just slightly, and her skirt creeps up dangerously as she leans over to pick up a few wine glasses that had been set on the wood floor. I can see she is wearing a garter belt underneath her tantalizingly short skirt. I turn back to the sink quickly as she comes back with the.