”“Oh, please. You’re not mad at me for fucking him. You’re mad at me for fucking him first.”“That’s ridiculous,” Mom scoffed.“Sure. ...ou know you want to. I was just the one brave enough to go for it.”Mom looked back at her and countered, “You mean, enough of a whore.”Cookie shrugged. “So, you’re saying you wouldn’t be interested at all if I took pictures?” She reached for her phone on the nightstand.“You didn’t,” Mom chided.Cookie tapped away on her phone and said, “Oh, I most certainly did.”. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her whipped body. She had beenbullwhipped since noon and had fainted once during the whipping . She beggedfor mercy but the sadistic woman disciplinarian only laughed .? I will show you mercy after you receivethe 40 lashes you deserve for? failing tomeet quota in? plowing the fields. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the. ..I was sort of hoping you would help me out with this." I laughed and kissed him, took his hand and led him to our favorite spot. Concealed behind some willows, we thought we were so sneaky and that no one could see us...we were certainly wrong.As I pulled Nick down beside me I could see the change from his eyes; they seemed to smolder and he knew I wouldn't resist him. He took the side of my face in his hand and turned to kiss me, a deep, passionate kiss that always made my panties. He grinned with satisfaction as Honey’s little bottom accepted the plug, the sissy making a muffled cry as her little bottom clenched around the intruder. Her little cock stiffened and pulsed as he produced a huge black silk sack; Honey was lifted to her feet and glanced lovingly at her new owner as he shut her out from the daylight, ready for her journey. The sack went right down to her ankles; straps were applied around her knees, waist, arms and neck. Honey made muffled whimpers as she.