Jennifer cried out when the second stroke landed and the pain was worse than the first stroke and cried even louder with the third, even harder stroke... She clung onto the table, though, knowing that she would get more strokes if she got up before her caning was over. The fourth stroke had her throwing her head back with her eyes shut tightly as did the fifth stroke when she also hissed in and out through clenched teeth. The sixth stroke was even harder or seemed like it was, but at least she. Her touch reminded me of the very best Thai masseuses I had met in my years in Amsterdam. Heather leaned over and started licking the tip of my now rampant cock, while continuing the shaft massage with one hand, and cupping my balls in the other. From my balls, which she squeezed pleasantly, her fingers wandered south. Soon she had inserted a digit into my buttole while continuing her massage of my throbbing cock with her other hand. She used her mouth too, intermittently kissing and licking my. His arms and legs were small and toned, his chest flat and nipples small. The man's abdomen was tight and muscled, the V of his torso pointing directly at his already erect cock, 5 inches, slim and tapered to a slight point, the head wrapped by a foreskin that covered it's entirety. Precum oozed from the pucker made by the foreskin as his tiny balls quivered. The occupant of the house, a tall Orc male dressed in cheap breeches and a loose white shirt, gripped the small buttocks of the visitor. “What’s going on here?" I was stunned, then Rachel replied, "I was giving the paper boy his tip, its only fair you give your half." I was more shocked then I had ever been in my ENTIRE life. I had stripped down in about 10 seconds; she threw me on my back, and saddled my face. By now my battered cock became just as hard as before. This other woman lifted my head to her crotch, I saw her lips swell as I moved towards them, but just before that I felt Rachel land her cunt on my full meat, this.