Just who do you use them on?" I don't answer, and as punishment, he whips me lightly on my ass. I gasp in pleasure, "No one! I don't use them on anyon...." "Oh, you expect me to believe you're a good girl?" The tips of the whip are trailing up my legs, inching closer to my aching pussy."Yes, I'm a good girl," I manage to moan as the fringes reach my cunt. He proceeds to tickle me with the fringes, causing me to buck and squirm on the bed."I didn't know good girls had whips and handcuffs," he. Stepping out of his trousers and boxer shorts Sam moved towards me and I saw his long, slim cock for the first time. Lifting my legs on to the table and pulling me by my hair so that I had spun around to face him, Sam had me on my back with my head hanging over the tables edge level with his groin. He pulled at the nipple tassles and threw them in my face before leaning over me to suck on my tits, kneading them together in his large hands making my nipples swell harder. I had one hole that. "That's true." I pulled the folder off the table and looked inside. From my wallet, I put some bills into it and stood. I offered her my hand in coming out of her seat. She slid out of her side of the booth and stood showing an amazing amount of leg.She grinned when she saw my eyes. "Master Gunnery Sergeant Easton, my face is up here." When I looked up, her eyes were smiling."I like to check out 'all' the terrain. It's such nice terrain, too." We left and I experienced another fast ride back to. ‘You’re beautiful,’ Jake breathed, pressing kisses down her face and neck. Marisol moaned, surprised at the sensations building in her and began to thrust with Jake. Jake thrust harder and faster and grinned when Marisol figured out his rhythm. Jake gritted his teeth. ‘Not yet, wait for her,’ he thought, reaching up and squeezing one of Marisol’s breasts gently. Jake stopped moving and stared at Marisol in surprise. ‘You’re lactating,’ Jake observed. ‘Marisol, are you pregnant?’ Jake asked,.