Master suddenly stopped and looked over the stripes that now marked the slave's body. He was pleased with the way the slave's body was marked and the ...edness that stood out against the white of its skin that was untouched. Master was not through with the punishment on its ass. Master then took the wooden spoon out and told the slave to spread its legs wider. Then He proceeded to spank the pussy with the wooden spoon harder than He had ever done it before. By the second time it hit it, the slave. ”“I was serious about trying to get into the school there for my graduate work. I promise I won’t bug you a lot, but when I watch The Circle on television, I get this feeling that there are a couple of hundred people who are pushing each other to new and higher levels of accomplishment. That’s not the feeling you get watching any other group of people that size.”Dave nodded. He hadn’t thought of the Circle in quite that way, but there was more than a grain of truth to it. People pulled others. Its hard beak rubbed on my soft lips.A hard cock rubbed at my thigh. The heavy beast shifted. It was so squat it had no trouble nudging the folds of my pussy with its cock. I groaned. I hadn't had a cock in my pussy in months. It always seemed like I was out on a hunt when my wife went into heat and sprouted her dick."Matar, yes!" I groaned as its thick, hard cock pressed into my pussy.It was different than an elf's girl-cock. It was tapered, growing larger and larger as it drove deeper into. Inside was a photo of Sally and him taken not long after they were married. It was the two of them, cheek to cheek, squeezed into one of those cheap carnival photo machines.As Jim stood there looking at the locket, a feeling like he had never experienced before came over him. It was a feeling of warmth and comfort, like everything was going to be okay. He suddenly knew what he had to do.With the locket in his hand Jim left the house for the cemetery. He stopped at a roadside flower stand like.