Frank didn't see it that way. While I was still lying on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me across the bed. He was in full donation mode. He ...rabbed me by the hair and looked at me."From now on you'll call me sir," he said. "Is that understood?" Yes sir," I replied in a submissive voice."Get me hard again!" he demanded."Yes Sir," I said.He stood up next to the bed while I lay across it on my belly. His large cock was dangling in front of me."Suck it!' he demanded.I put his cock in. Paul was charged with so many offenses that, if he was convicted of only half of them, he'd be in prison for 300 years or more. And his wife was a either a perpetrator or co-conspirator in everything, so she was facing just as much.The paparazzi showed up, and there were people with cameras trying to take pictures of everything and everybody. They were reminded that publishing any pictures of underage victims was against the law, but their intent was merely to take the pictures and sell them.. ’The saddle creaked under the weight of Geraldine’s arse, as she pedalled very slowly, carefully looking round at Beth, who was squatting on her heels, as she stared at her wide and curvy skintight sheen of her cycling shorts in front of her face. Beth caressed Geraldine’s wide, curvy arse through the shiny stretch. She closed her eyes and pressed her check tightly against Geraldine’s skintight swish. No other sound in the room could be heard, other than the creak of the saddle and the. ’ My eyes cast over the array of toys ahead of me. ‘I wonder what else the dirty slut would like…’ I look down at her, watching her squirm and quiver in response to the crop’s gentle stroking of her ass. When it leaves her skin, I see her tense up and await the imminent, sweet, agonising sting. Smack. She’s really crying around my cock. I’ve eased up fucking her face, but she’s having none of it. Her cock hungry streak is insatiable and she’s straining against my grip on her hair, trying to.