"I belong to you." Yes, you do belong to me. And what happens if you break a rule? I asked.She paused and said, "I must be punished." Alright then. ...ou will be punished. What should your punishment be, sweetheart?"She paused again for several seconds, then looked at me and said, "I think you should whip me your belt, 20 strokes." Alright," I said. "Go get my thick belt.". Ginger got to her feet and ran to our bedroom. She returned a few seconds later with my 2" belt. She handed it to me,. It matched Natasha’s pig of a husband who had agreed to sell her to me. The bastard had her tied to a bed, a vibrator shoved into her pussy, because he couldn’t control her new, sexual appetites.Asshole.But I knew Natasha would be happy with me. I would take care of her, treat her right, love her. My pussy clenched as I stared at her big tits bouncing beneath the tight shirt she wore. It was one of her old ones from before her change. Her breasts had grown so big that, despite how skinny she. It felt like the very large thumb of a masculine hand that wasn’t Gareth’s more familiar touch or scent. When it returned it did more than just brush and she let her lips engulf the tip of the hard, wet cock.Mmmm... Precum. Gareth didn't tend to get wet so soon, so this must be her visitor. Seemed like he must fancy her after all, Anne thought, as her tongue played around the end of his shaft.She heard a quiet groan of pleasure as she gradually allowed more and more of the cock to enter her. I shake my head. “I know you want to kiss me,” he teases. “No,” my lips barely form the words. My voice says one thing, but my body says another. My eyes are closed and my back is arched away from the wall. I pray he doesn’t notice. “Give in,” he whispers “listen to your body.” I shake my head. “Kiss me,” he says, a groan escaping his throat. I turn towards him and open my eyes. I’ve made my first mistake. My eyes meet his. “Kiss me,” he says. The sound comes from his throat as a command,.