"I didn't intend competing. You know my viewpoint, that masturbation is its own good thing, an easy extension of fantasy."Rita rose, rearranging them ...ntil she was sitting, Susie's head on her lap, from which cushion Susie gazed at Howard and saw the front of his sarong begin to tent out.He laid his pipe on the chest of drawers and came to the couch, gazing at Susie's crotch. Her legs were sprawled apart. She lacked the strength to close them, though she was not sure she wanted. How she makes you her slave and what all we will make you do at our house”My excitement knew no boundaries now and I without a word, extended my other hand and opened my palm for the punishment. He positioned next to my right side and aimed his cane at my left palm. I kept staring at his organ, expecting the sight to reduce the pain of my punishment. But I was wrong. His cane strokes were vicious. He was beating me with great excitement. The cane started to lash…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ……every lash. He had not liked the call that Principal Juliehad made, explaining to him what had happened, and the school's options inpunishment, but he was at least grateful his son could remain in theschool, and thought that a bit of humiliation at the hands of kids his ownage might shake his son out of his dress fetish. Sighing, and knowingthat he had a job to do, he got out of his car, and walked into the house.He could hear his wife in the kitchen, and knew if she had her way, hisson would be there. “We're yours!”“Yours!” roared my dragon-mother. The last dragon alive. And I had tamed her. Would breed her. I smiled as I watched the cum dripping down their faces. I was truly Las's son. This island was mine. I owned every pussy on it. I breathed in deeply as the two sexy slaves turned and began licking my cum off the other's face.They shared my jizz. They reveled in it. I owned them both. I grinned and savored the pleasure coursing through my veins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lasla“That's.