The living room lights were dimmed, thetree was all decorated with twinkly lights and shiny ornaments that putoff a festive holiday glow as the holida... music played softly in thebackground. I had been wondering about my presents. This was my favoritetime of year and I couldn't wait to finish dinner. We were soon in theliving room and the adults were enjoying drinks over pleasantconversation and soon things began to unwind. "Well, Timothy looks pretty antsy to get going so I suppose we'd. “Always face the camera when I am recording you,” he finished, but less angry.She turned back forward and apologized, “Sorry sir. Sorry sir. I’ll remember sir.”“And when your Master gives you orgasms like that, the proper way to respond is with some gratitude.” Four more hard spanks switching between butt cheeks.Sarah stifled a yelp. She didn’t think she would ever get it right. “Thank you…sir. Thank you for my orgasms. They were the best I’ve ever had,” she stumbled. “SIR,” she. But sometimes I get theurge to be a real slut. When that happens I have a difficult timehandling the urge and have to act on it. How do I act on it? I sometimesrun an ad in the local sex wanted newspaper and troll the telephone tosee what I get in response to my ad. My last ad (complete with sexy pic of me standing dressed in black heelsand thigh highs, crotchless panties with my cockclit all hard and hangingout, a black corset and bra and a black mask over my eyes with my hair incurls.) read:. My eyes deviated every few minutes over my shoulder to see Emma’s ass high in the air assembling the corners. “Can you help me with this Ken. I can’t seem to get it”? Emma asked politely. I stood and noticed Emma’s ass high in the air, I lost my breath momentarily as I closely studied my cousin’s ass. I knew it was wrong but I could help it. I moved across my waist coming in contact with her pert ass. “What’s wrong? How can I help”? I asked softly. “Well I can’t push this in”? Emma replied.