He was smokin hot, and my cooch was moistening as I thought about him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off. In my fantasy, he would throw...me down on the bed and just start ravishing me. His dark eyes were eying my body appreciatively, so I turned and waggled my black booty at him. It was a pretty nice booty, if you asked me, definitely my best feature. With just enough junk in the trunk to jiggle without being fat. Feeling a little naughty, I backed my booty up and rubbed it. I reasoned that he might look down on me less later, if I let him think that he had to convince me to suck him.I looked at him sheepishly and lied about my experience sucking cocks, when I answered, “Well okay, Gus, but this is embarrassing for me to admit. I started reading those stories many years ago, after Sarah stopped fucking me. I soon realized that I identify more with the cuckold husbands than I do the wives’ lovers, mainly because I’m not that well-endowed. From there it was only. She said "No, me and my boyfriend just use spit" I thought to myself that this girl was getting dirtier (and kinkier) by the minute. My dick was semi-hard and full of her pussy juices. She spat on it and rubbed the salive up and down my shaft.She bent over on her knees with her tiny ass sticking in the air. "Now spit on that ass!" she commanded me. "Now stick it in gently" she giggled "Don't break me". I slowly tried to push the head in. Her ass was tight but not extremely tight. I could tell. Do you understand?".Sandra nodded, not quite sure what "punished" meant, but she knew when to agree. "Now dear Slut, we have to prepare you." She clapped her hands. "Misty, Mina, lets get to work.Sandra felt her dress being pulled over her head, then, someone took her arms. Her wrists were held together, and she felt them being tied. tight. As this happened, something was put round her neck. A collar? It felt heavy at the front. She realized why, as the chain was let go, and fell down in .