He inhaled against her neck. ‘I am not as weak as my father. You’ll not be able to weave your control over me.’ He grabbed her hips and pulled h...r backward, allowing her to feel his semi-hard manhood pressed against her. ‘Please,’ she answered, her voice quivering as she fought tears. She swallowed hard, determined not to allow Thabit to break her. She could not finish her request. Thabit was rocking back and forth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He pressed into her and pulled away, each. They were quite young and their biggest asset was that they both had big juicy bottoms that bounced nicely when they were smacked hard by either palm or paddle. They also practiced their squeals of surprise when they received each nasty blow making sensuous looking circles of their heavily painted lips. Hyacinth figured that would appeal to the younger crowd of university students and young people with an interest in BDSM. For the older crowd she still had her shapely flanks and she planned to. She sucked hard and started moving her mouth up and don the shaft. As she sucked i could feel my knees giving way, and my heart pounded like a train. She sucked me in taking my average 6" cock all the way to her throat, before pulling back out to the tip. She thrust down again, hard, sucking like a vacuum, and she squeezed my balls in her hand. I was trembling, and motionless as i watched her suck my cock.Suddenly she stopped, pulled out and said " lie down on your back Slave". I lay down on. Jack now has perfected his throat-poke. He pushes past my gag reflex and m*****s me and my warm throat. The impending danger of suffocation makes my G-spot and clit throb and Jack has to forcefully hold me down by my splayed open knees. I push Barry out of me and gasp for air as Jack gets violent. My hamstrings are aching now despite the regular warm-up and stretching sessions I undertake and my knees are almost under my arms. He positions himself better and grabs the soles of my feet pushing.