The head became so hard and acking, stinging and the feeling was like needles all over poking my cock head. I felt how sensitive my cock was and how s...ft the inside of boxers briefs was when it slided across then oh my god it was soo good and the feeling that i was ready to explode. I was fully concetrated on my cumshot not listening to my friend talking from time to time staring at one point. Then i started to shake my cock trembled, my pulse rising i could hear it in my ears pounding and then. Leopard-woman Sherri was released from the posts and placed on the bed. Someone carefully covered her tattoo. * Sherri was lying on her stomach by the pool. She had not been in the water for two days. A bandage on her left buttock reminded her why. She looked down and turned the page of a magazine featuring tribal art and naked African men in tribal regalia. Her phone rang. Sherri picked it up. Sherri started to speak, but a leopard’s roar came out. She cleared her throat. “Hello?” “Hi!. The tendrils disappear as I watch you brace yourself for the inevitable sting that awaits you, but none comes. Your breath held in anticipation, you suddenly see me holding it out in front of you."Open," I calmly command.As you comply, I gently place the handle of the flogger in your mouth as I give you a single instruction."If you drop it, I will have to pick it up, and then, I'll need to use it," I say evenly looking into your deep blue eyes. You gently nod your acknowledgment.Returning. Be careful descending the stairs, and hold the handrail. They are designed to daunt the dainty and to deter the dilettante from descending to the dungeon without proper prior preparation and pondering.” “Oh, look,” said Peter, pointing to a pink pony tail plug. “You could be my little pony.” “I’d rather put the plug in you, Peter,” Poppet replied. “Then you’d be my studly steed.” Peter wasn’t listening. He had begun descending the stairway to the dungeon. Poppet, following behind had a.