SMACKSMACK“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to cum, slut.”I cry out. His spanks bringing me down from the cliff of bliss. Orgasm eluded my body...yet still built. His assault of my cunt never slowed, never faltered. He brought my body right back to the edge of rapture only to bring me back down with more hard smacks on my sore flesh.“SIR, PLEASE!” I begged for release as I held back my orgasm. I didn’t want more punishment.“Please, Master!” I begged of him. My voice hitching as I couldn’t hold. I focused my attention on it, and it rose very quickly back to my hand. A couple of more successful experiments made me pretty cocky, so I tried to fly. Well, that was going to take some practice, since I slammed against the ceiling hard enough to hurt. I was so startled that I fell back toward the floor, but was able to catch myself before I landed. I tried again, but didn't put so much force into the command. This time, I hovered a few inches off the floor and stayed there as long as I didn't. We took Jesse back to the new flat even though I had previously wanted to keep her ignorant of my new safe house. It was unlikely she was in any contact with the dangerous elements of the American anti-terrorist units who were hunting our people in every corner of the globe.I spent the next few hours riding Anne’s backside hard driving her into a series of shuddering climaxes. My Jesse did her bit by employing her tongue to good use making the American girl whimper like a motherless child. All. As we watched Marsha got up and turning her back towards Rick, straddled his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. She slowly rode up and down on his sock until he grabbed her hips and started driving in and out with every thrust deep. He turned around on the bench towards us so we could see his cock driving in and out of Marshes vagina. my wife was murmuring as she watched so I slid my hand down her suit bottoms and stated to play with her clit and again I was surprised that she didn't stop.