There's no way I can let you go now. You're glowing with sweat, your hair is loose, tumbling over your shoulders, you're practically begging for it ri...ht there.I let go of your wrists and grab the hem of your skirt. You're such a little slut, you're not fooling anyone. You instinctively grab for it as I tug hard on your skirt, trying yank it off you. I hear a delicious ripping sound, and end up with the skirt round your hips. What a slut you are. My cock hurts. Trapped in my jeans, rock hard,. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off came those tite ass football pants. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of those ass cracks.I would quickly change out—getting into my jeans and tank. Throwing on a pair of kicks,. She turned to me and said "you're free to join me if you like?" with a smile on her face. As we walked from her bedroom into the bathroom I was behind her. I looked down at her ass jiggle as she walked I loved the way it jutted to each side as she took a step. I decided to give it a little slap just before she stopped walking. She just turned round and looked at me not saying a word but with a twinkle in her eye. She turned on the shower and waited for it to reach a comfortable temperature. She. My ass cheeks were stinging and growing hotter with each caress. Master paused for a moment, and then he changed hands, coming around so that I could see him behind me. He looked blankly at me, and I pleaded with my eyes for forgiveness. I only wished to please him, but the whipping was his way of showing me his love. I knew that he cared for me.CRAAAACK!The last blow is always the hardest, so that I may know when the whipping has reached its conclusion. Using both hands, Master drew back as if.