I squeal like a stressed pig. "Do want another punishment. " her eyes direct me to Kahn my Rottweiler who is only yards away looking at my butthole wi...h his big cock ready to go. "No fucking way" I stammer. Swish. Fuck my ass hurts it must be really red."No swearing. Now get on your back slave I want to sit on your face" she states sternly.I do as I am told. A elegant slipper is placed either side of my head. She squats, lowering her tasty moist cunt on to my now obedient tongue. My mother in. Emily Barrington – Em – my teenage best girlfriend, that is, best friend who happens to be a girl. We were both school friends and swimming team mates from the age of 10 or 11 to when I dropped out from the club at 17. As teenagers, we spent a lot of time together. Three evenings a week in the pool and one early morning session, we shared lifts with parents to the pool. We ate lunch together at school once or twice each week, discussing diets and nutrition for swimmers. We were a pair, but. “That would create quite a bit of room back there,” he says hoarsely, clears his throat. “Quite a bit,” she says softly, looking at the bulge in his jeans that she gently kneads. “And those windows back there are all tinted. I’d say there’s probably enough room to a woman stretch out, relax. Unzip her jeans, stroke her pussy. Probably even enough room for a gentleman to climb atop her, lift her blouse, slide his hard cock between her breasts…” “You really think so?” “Oh, yes. I’ve never tried. She nods, silently, still keeping her gaze lowered, but her entire body reflects her belief that she's taken some measure of control. "Don't drop the whip", I whisper, as I suddenly grab and handful of her hair, and force march her over to the chair I was occupying recently. She gasps, and some of the tension goes out of her stance, as I bend her over the chair, in a 45 degree angle. She still holds the whip, holding that position by muscle power alone, but already, she's beginning to tremble..