“Now…take off them clothes because we’re gonna fuck!”And I came every day at that time. Each day we would have sex and each day he would teac... me something new…he taught me that big boobs were meant to be slapped and that I would have to take it if I wanted to please men. He taught me that having my ass spanked turned me on. He pulled my hair…slapped my back at times…all the time making me cum and cum…one day he slid his huge cock in my ass and I felt like my ass was on fire but it settled. Well, that was especially true of her cute tush. Her pale booty was a nice match to Emely’s, naturally. With every thrust inside each lady, I exulted in the sleekness and softness of their flesh, their hips bucking harder against me as I bit them and drank a little of their blood. Of course, I also let them drink from me, much to their delight.“You know that you have some sweet, pouty lips, babe!” I told Amy as I flipped her onto her back for a stroke or two.I then planted Emely on top of Amy. Not only that but the top of the corset was shaped so as to fit under a pair of breasts and even though I didn’t have breasts – not even the “man breasts” I have these days – what flesh there was on my upper torso had been forced up and out and frankly I now had a pair of small but well defined boobs. I liked that.It looked good and it felt good. Having squeezed me into this corset Ann put her arms around me and teased my little boobs and my hard little nipples in a most enjoyable way before. "Impressive," murmured the Latino as he flicked through the mass of rock and metal that was stacked there. His chocolate eyes wandered over the decorated wall of posters and clips to read a poem written in Thomas's spiky script. Thomas, sitting in the chair by his desk, wheeled across the room and put his arms around Sera's waist as the dark skinned boy read in almost silence, moving his lips as he followed the words.Sera turned to face him, dark chocolate eyes searching deep watercolour blue..