I could feel juices trickling from my gaping entrance and running down over my perineum. Kevin’s tongue touched there – tasting me – and I arche... my pussy down to try to bring his tongue to my wanton slit but he just teased me and licked lazily around the edges of my opening, occasionally treating me with the lightest of feather touches to pink wings of my inner labia. “What was that?” Kevin asked urgently? I heard it too, a noise somewhere outside the bedroom. “Don’t go anywhere!” he said with. This wasn’t going to be the last time either she knew. Ingrid decided it was time for the hairbrush. There was the smallest break in spanking as she picked up the wooden backed paddle brush, tapped Ash’s already red bottom, lifted the brush and immediately brought it down hard on the 22 year olds bottom. Ash kicked harder as she felt the spank from the hairbrush, an all encompassing pain, as Ash was spanked so thoroughly. Ash kept crying for quite a while after Ingrid stopped spanking her, her. “I tell you what, you rest a bit, I will too. I’ll gather my thoughts, then, I’ll ask Alan if I can talk to him, away from the house…hmmm the gazebo. It’s a nice, calm place and beyond earshot from the main house,” John took a soothing tone hoping to calm Virgil. “Oh, please, please don’t blame yourself about the lock- I don’t. I don’t want you to be in pain, at least if I can help it- ever again,” Virgil’s eyes were still full of tears, but he spoke as firmly as he could, determined that John. Lately she was suddenly starting to feel the pressure of deadlines regardless of how many hours she put in, and no amount of masturbating had managed to take away the stress. Combine the stress with the harsh cold she had just gotten over and she was starting to feel like anything other than gorgeous and sexy."A hot pampering bath for me," she says to herself before getting out of bed and padding her way to her small bathroom in the apartment she lived in with her boyfriend, Chase. As she made.