His smallish cock was pulled up to allow Carla access to his ass, she knelt over him and was fucking him, thrusting her hard cock deep up into his ass... He was whimpering with the pain of his uncomfortable position, her tearing open his ass and her striking him with the whip but he was obviously enjoying it too."What do you want, slave?" Carla said in a hard edged voice, striking him with the whip."I want you to fuck me harder, mistress," came the reply, "Harder and faster."Carla was only too. ” I sat up at the idea of cookies. Maybe this guy wasn’t that bad after all. “What do you know of the Russian Revolution, what person could I write about?” I ask hoping that perhaps he could do this assignment for me. He leaned back against the kitchen cabinet, stretching his legs out in front of him. He flicked his brown hair away from his eyes . “You could write the revolution from the view of one of the Tsar’s daughters. They were from twenty-two to seventeen when they died. I could work. Gracie laughed. The tension in the air was relieved, and she found herself covertly sizing this stranger up. It was obvious that he was tall. She was only 5’4”, and it looked like he was almost a foot taller than she was. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest; his jacket pulled tight over his wide shoulders. In the dimness of the elevator, it was hard to tell if his eyes were brown, but they were dark for sure. He had a square jaw and a strong Roman nose that was. Come like agood little slut," she taunted, firmly pressing the vibrator against thepink plastic cage.Tanner felt something explode inside of him and cum spasmed out of thetight cage, as he grunted with sexual release as a week's worth of cumemptied from his balls and prostate. The orgasm partially satiatedTanner, but he still felt horny as his body craved a proper erection andorgasm."You were great Tanya," Bridget said. "I wish I had a camera to recordyour cum face. With your makeup and long.