” I continued caressing her thigh. “Thank you for doing this, Eric,” she said. “I know it’s beyond the call of duty.”“It certainly is no... beyond the call of duty,” I replied. “Helen -- don’t ever be shy about this sort of thing. If I can help -- I want to help. Understood?”“Understood. I’m going to try going, now.”I watched her head bare-assed into the en suite. Several minutes passed before I heard the toilet flush. She sat on the bed. “Any luck?” I asked.She shook her head. “Not really. Some. Her mind went back to Gramps own words…no gain without pain; slowly she sank down on the enormous rod.“Christ Barbie!” Colin blurted out. “Your not ready!”Barbie was somewhat gutted by his remark, she grasped his face into her cupped hands and smiled. “I’m the best judge of that!” She knew it was going to be hard going, but it was what she wanted. How now…could she tell her friends that she had it but couldn’t take it? Slowly she eased herself up and down, slowly but surely it started to enter,. I noticed a young blond guy with his longer hair in a ponytail. He passed close to my car and stood under a light, looking at his phone. He then put the cell in his pocket and entered the rest room.My wet cunt twitched. I got that known feeling about getting well and hard fucked by a perfect stranger, in the middle of nowhere...I took off my moist panties under my loose skirt and got out. Entering the men’s room, I found the guy standing at the urinal. I could notice his nice semi hard cock as. "And what do wankers deserve?" The strap Mistress." With military precision Justine confidently strides up and down the room the ensuing silence being broken only by her clicking heels. Suddenly with a single movement, she rises the strap over her right shoulder and thrashes it down on the rack causing a single crack to ring out as if a ringmaster in a circus. "THAT - is what wankers deserve isn't it?!" she bellows as the sound dies away."Yes" I meekly reply"Yes What!!?" Yes Mistress" Exactly,.