Gullu utha aur mujhe palang ke kinare le gaya aur mere dono paron ko apne hathon mein pakad beech mein khada ho gaya. Phir apne moonh se dher sara tho...k nikal kar meri bur par lagaya aur apne lund par bhi lagaya. Phir ek haath se meri chut ko phaila kar apna bada sa lund meri kunwari chhut mein ghusane laga. Uska supada bahut mota tha, thodi mushkil se who ghusa mere chut mein dard hone laga, lekin chudne ka itna man tha ki dard ke liye koi jagah nahin thi. Maine apne hath se apne moonh dhak. And then she took my hand and put it on her mound. Next, she be tracing her hands down my spine and then shaping along my ass cheeks, reaching and whispering, “Lookie here now, what a grand tool I found. My God, what a thick one you have, like a big snake.” The white woman clutched me hard, right in the middle of my hammer, like my dick was some kind of God damn life saver. Missus Grimes was urging me on, “Put it in my garden, James. Do some ploughing, boy!” She was almost breathless. Then we. As I trusted her I agreed to the treatment. The cold wet towel was put onto my buttocks and she told me that she would be applying the cane first. Ten strokes were to be applied. I was allowed to see the cane prior to punishment. Then swiftly she applied the first stroke. Blimey, that hurt. She waited a few minutes before removing the towel to photgraph me on her phone and show me just a light red mark. I was asked if I wished to continue. I agreed and the towel was re placed back on me and. “Oh fuck, Martina.” “Do you like to see my breasts, Ben?” “Ummm…” “If you mend my drawer, maybe I’ll show you them. I think you like.” Ben’s mind was turning to mush as he contemplated the perfect shape of her breasts, nestling under her T shirt. Beyond that, there was almost a visual white noise in his mind’s eye, as his dick pounded in his shorts. “Stand up, Ben. It’s okay. I’m not going to bite.” Ben squeezed his eyes tightly, as he stood up and the tent in his shorts became an instant.