“You too?” she asked me. I didn’t want to be a spoilsport, so I accepted to bottle and took a little sip, before putting the bottle down on the ...able.I had barely let go of the bottle before Charlene sat next to me on the couch and began taking off my sweater and shirt. When she was done she lay down against me and started kissing me. In the meantime Natasha was pulling down my pants. It didn’t take her long to free my rock-hard prick from my underpants and she began to slowly jack me off.All. They wait for what seems minutes on end but is hardly forty seconds. Natalie anticipates it will be she who receives the blow that is sure to come any time soon. But there is no predictability in this place. It is Alice the lash finds again, her buttocks tormented by an incessant thrashing, too many blows delivered in manic succession. Her body reacts despite her resolve, her flesh fleeing from the sting of leather in the most absurd of wriggling. For Natalie, the strange intimacy of this union. That was ten years ago. But it was that picture that would shortly guide her down the path of pain. Now nothing remained of that Catholic schoolgirl but the incense, the love of ritual, and the sanctifying pain.She re-experienced that sensation of sexual frisson as she started the ritual that evening. She knelt on the sheepskin rug and lifted a breast to her nose, inhaling the pungent scent of the incense on her turgid nipple. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She squeezed her. The pretty maid was desperately in love with her mistress and was afraid this complication would curtail their fiery dalliances behind the locked bedroom door.At first, Sue was certain it was Alfie who had impregnated her the night of the party when he bent her over behind the window curtains. The flood of creamy cum had filled her quivering vagina and she could feel the forceful spurts up deep in her womb. She had wanted to immediately go and wash out the seeds but they had to go to the.