Moving much more slowly she moved right down his cock as far as she could, repeating this perhaps a dozen times. Then just a fraction further his cock...touched the back of her throat. She coughed slightly and backed off, ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, but without hesitating took him deep into her mouth again. Now she knew her limits Lois started to suck him in deep and hard. Harry knew he couldn’t resist this for long, ‘Lois you’re going to make me come,’ he panted. Her response made it quite clear what. “Your ta-tas,” she said. This time I didn't laugh. In fact my knees went a little weak, and my hands started shaking. I couldn't help it, her face... it was Nastassja... Jesus! It made it nearly impossible for me to keep eye contact. “Well, I should be honest,” she said, and her smile took on a mischievous slant, “I've actually seen your perky titties before... in the raw no less. Yep... sorry, I've seen you naked.” Her eyes dropped down. I fought the urge to cover my breasts. Why, oh why. I stayed there for about 5 minutes and noticed that the shy man had not yet left the changing room so I put my shorts on over a semi-hard cock and went into the changing rooms. I could hear that the shy man was still in the showers which consisted of 3 shower heads in a small wet room no more than 3m by 3m. I dropped my shorts and made sure I had a respectable but not fully erect cock and went into the showers. The shy man had his back to me and was covered in soapy foam. I said hello to. He knows that beating is not the only way to cause pain, sometimes unbearablepain. Pain limited only by his imagination, and he has a wide and variedimagination. But he rarely beats me. When I go to Mr. Marshall?s I know I will be beaten. That isthe one common denominator in all my visits. And I will be beaten hard, way beyondany pleasure, way beyond any limit. That is my fear. Mr. Marshall?s palatial mansion is only three blocks from mymaster?s spacious home. It is far to walk, in the.