Diana did not open her mouth. "This will not do at all young lady." Diana felt herself twitchfrom the restlessness of her pussy, now growing hotter a...dhotter. Mistress Nancy walked over to her, took her hand andturned around leading her to the cupboard. Diana shuffled behindher as a c***d would do, dragging her feet a bit, knowing she wasgoing to be punished for her wrong behavior. Mistress Nancyreached into the cupboard and pulled out a wooden paddle . The paddle was thin, about five. . I... I hope you can help me." and she felt as if she needed help but she wasn't sure why."You have to trust me, Becky. You have to trust me while I prepare you for a woman's place in the church... and for becoming a wife and mother." He stared at her intensely, watching her reaction. "I'm sure that you're getting a special feeling here," and Wilson placed his hand on the firm bulge of the girl's tummy. The lemonade would have taken effect by now, he was sure.Becky gasped softly and brought. His fingertips were at her face between blinks. Tracing the line of her cheekbone, he looked into her soul. Those who sheltered the boy would be rewarded. The village was proof, the kiss too. Heat spread like he infected her blood: from lips, across her face, down the neck, fierce points at her nipples, burning the sorrow and anger from the pit of her stomach, and continuing down.Her hand settled on his groin. He was hard, ready for her to stop thinking of him as a boy. She created space. I want it to hurt some."The husband took a small mirror and held it so I could see her face."Look at me," she said.I put my head against her ass, and pushed. Her eyes watered and nearly popped out of her skull. But it quickly subsided and she started sucking again. "Cum fast," she said between slurps.Her tight ass and the sheer vicerality of seeing her suck a cock was immensely hot. I noted that the husband was quite a lot smaller than me. This pushed me over the edge and I nearly blacked out.