She oiled her hands and played with my cock and balls all the time while Alex kneeling right above my head was almost touching my face with his crotch... I reached out and slowly pulled his shorts down to reveal a massive dick with thick veins and a pair of shaved balls dangling heavily over my eyes. I could smell his body, a manly, slightly sweaty musky smell. I could taste his salty ball sack with my tongue balancing his nuts. I could see his tiny asshole, like a star with rays around it. With. If anything, it made her look more vulnerable and desirable. The kitchen, a big stone floored traditional old-fashioned cavern of a place, the centre dominated with a huge scrubbed six-legged, wooden table solid and Victorian. The tray deposited on the draining board he took a seat next to her and asked for the details of the ritualistic beatings. She said that “her mother would be at the head of the table, sat down in her favourite chair waiting, she dressed more or less as I am now. I would. Walk over to the corner, right into thecorner...that's it, now walk back towards me, your best sexywalk...good girl, that's it...now stop, hands on your hips...great ,now turn your head...you are terrific...now look at the camera throughyour top eyelashes...perfect." John didn't stop; he talked her throughall sorts of shots. I had my photo taken with her for my Wall of Fame.We were about to call it quits, when Charlie walked in to pick up hischeque for some work done the week before. Now. His skilful touch got her to relax to breath more regularly, and by the time his fingers moved down from her tummy to her nearly hairless pussy, Sandra was not resisting at all. Her legs twitched momentarily, but then she moved her hips slightly to offer herself to his fingers. It was a small movement, one that the girl was not even consciously aware of. But it was an important step. Sandra had been watching the Principle=s face most of the time his hands were caressing her nearly naked body..