..yes...often...every day...did you suck him...yes...did he fuck your bottom...yes. One final question Sylvia and you must answer honestly. Did you en...oy it Sylvia...yes...did you miss it...yes...the spanking yes David did the other but not quite so forceful….and do you miss it now.Frank shushed me when I tried to interfere and stop the conversation. Once more he was at her how did he spank you Sylvia over his knee, when I was little yes but when I was older we used the kitchen chair…...show us. Just because he'sthe breadwinner, he thinks he's done it all by himself.Who was it who scrimped and saved for him at university?Who was it who looked after him, ironed his endless stream ofshirts, kept his suits pressed and neat, kept him fed and kept hishome while he was on his way up the ladder?Who was it who held tedious dinner parties with boring bosses,ensuring his rapid climb?Who is the woman behind the man?And the moment I want a little luxury and an easier time ... ?"I think you. His eyes level with my soft but decent six inches of meat dangling between my legs. Some water splashed on his mouth and he licked his lips. "Yes sir, what can I do for you," he said with his mouth parted open and tongue clicking his teeth. The faggot, I thought. I swung around to avoid his gaze but that only made my wet cock slap him in the face, right on the mouth - the tip of my (slowly hardening) cock slipped inside his mouth for a few seconds (but long enough to feel his warm tongue bathe. I was so lost in the moment I kissed him back and we passionately kissed while he destroyed my sissy fuckhole. My clit was absolutely rigid inside my tiny cage and pulling hard on my swollen balls, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed his cock back inside my gaping sissy pussy. As he fucked me my little clit spurted over and over again, I didn’t feel anything but his huge cock pummelling my p-spot.finally he pushed himself balls deep and came deep inside my sissy cunt, he moaned with.