You don’t have to thank me or even say Mistress, but I want a number from each stroke. You understand that?”“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole answer...d.Annabelle stood to Nicole’s side and began flailing with the whip. Each stroke made a loud “splat!” as the wet cloth struck Nicole’s skin. It reminded Annabelle of those couple of times when she whipped Lucille with a wet towel in the shower room at college.Nicole counted every stroke as Annabelle slowly moved up from her ass. When Annabelle reached. ”Judy knew he was right but all the same she still glowed with pride. A lot of the apprehension she might have felt earlier disappeared.John led the way to the carpark and Judy soon spotted his dark blue convertible Jaguar sitting proudly with the same number she had seen in the photo’s. Within five minutes they were cruising down Broad Street with the top down and wind in her hair.John’s house was in Edgbaston just off Hagley Road and she felt quite at ease even though it was detached and. He's going to do it."While inhaling deeply; he blew a breath of hot air down her breasts. Without hearing stop, he boldly pulled her blouse back to her shoulders and slid it off, throwing it to the floor.Lifting his shirt up high, her eyes feasted on the site of his rippling chest, as he pulled it over his head and off. Tossing the shirt to the floor, his eyes focused on her bra. Looking into her eyes for a clue, she blinked nervously.He wanted to pull her bra off her right away, but he. Richie was panting heavily, perspiration glistening on his body as he drove himself as hard as he could.Linda jerked forward each time Richie slammed into her. Her pussy clenched as she soared. Richie groaned loudly as his cock was gripped by her tightened passage. She cried out as she came, her pussy throbbing, her cunt like a thick cocoon around Richie's cock.Richie tilted his head back as his cock strained near the edge, his movements becoming frenzied and a bit uncoordinated. Finally he let.