We had two kids, he never hit them, but he shouted at them all the time. They didn’t even cry when he died ... I don’t think they’ve ever been t... his grave ... I only went so I could spit on his coffin when they buried him ... That was 3 years ago, and I haven’t looked back.”“My sex life ... Well, I only ever had sex with him. I won’t lie, he wasn’t bad in bed, although I’ve got nothing to compare him to, but, you know – he got the job done. It was pleasurable while it lasted, but afterwards. ” “Alright, Slave, you will bring yourself to orgasm and you will cum on my shoes. I want you to know as you orgasm that you will then have to lick my shoes clean.”She stretched both feet out towards me, her toes pointed and together. I knelt, feeling the pain in my nipples, my beaten and stretched arse, the panties in my mouth, and the hardness of my cock. I gently brought my tender cock back to the brink of orgasm and then cried out as I shot wads of thick cum onto both shoes. I had never. Her nipples of coarse were erect and very hard, not that the rings would allow them to soften that much. Still rubbing her clit, he took the ruler and smacked his way from her thighs up her belly. She sucked in sharply, making her belly contract like a bowl. You could still see the welts from the whipping she had received earlier that night. What a lovely sight. He continued to move up a little at a time until he reached her tits. He didn’t smack her nipples but he smacked her all around the. She was torn between wanting to go to the school to lodge a complaint and letting me be. My dad had asked her not to lodge a complaint at school. This was something a mother has trouble with when seeing her son wince before sitting and trying to get up, while holding his ribs. For my part, I just smiled to myself and bet Jason had even more trouble dealing with the low blow my foot did to his groin area and the practice sessions he dare not miss, in case it raised coach Hibbertson’s suspicions..