The only thing you have to think of is how to please me. When I allow you to feel pleasure, you will take it as a gift from me, never deserved, never ...xpected. You will learn that each time you think of yourself, it will result in pain. You will learn to be a good whore.??Yes, Sir, I apologize, Sir.?He shakes his head.?Never apologize, whore. When you have displeased me you will be punished. When you tell me you have failed, beg for punishment, don’t make an apology.??Yes, Sir. Please punish me. She bent forward and grasped the dresser and spread her feet apart, opening her legs to allow me better access. I rimmed her asshole and gently rolled her clit with my fingers which were slick from the juices running out of her. After a few minutes of this, she was literally bucking her ass back into my face, trying to drive my tongue deep into her. Standing, I laid her back onto the edge of the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock deep into her tight, hot cunt. Lord,. As far as she was concerned she and John lived on “Honeymoon Lane’! One day coming home from school John picked some wild flowers growing in an empty lot. For Irene they could have been a basket of orchids. Just the idea that he had thought of her ... head over heels ... she giggled to herself ... more ass over the bed!They fell into some habits, every Wed, he ate dinner at the breakfast bar while mom sucked him off. Didn’t matter when he came she would not release him until he got up from. My lacebrassiere could be seen through the blouse and the skirt was very shortand full cut."The skirt is called a flip skirt," Carol told me. "Come over here andstand in front of the mirror. See how the hemline goes less than halfwaydown your thigh. Twirl around for me. See how the skirt flairs out toshow the lace tops of your stockings?" I could indeed see my bare thighas I turned a little faster. It was a good thing that the stockingsalmost reached my crotch or else everyone would see that I.