My hands imprisoned her on either side as I descended over her. So close, so damn close… ‘Don’t you dare touch me,’ the sharp angry voice cut ...ast across my fantasy. I woke up with a start. ‘Damn you, Jenna,’ I cursed her. I breathed out slowly. My body was sweating and I had a raging hard on. Not again, I thought in despair. I looked over the crumpled sheets to the clock on me bedside table. It was four in the morning! I fell back on the bed. Will this ever stop? I wondered. I certainly could. I tried to thank Mistress for my punishment , but that just interrupted the story and led to even more cane strokes. My body was shaking and i was really struggling to hold the position. My bottom was now on fire from the punishment , but i continued to read from the pages in front of me. Mistress would change over to a different cane after a number of strokes. Each one brought a different level of pain. Some light giving a very stingy blow , others more heavy , landing with more of a thud and. Aunty: Kyo tumhe kisne batayaUncle: Mene subah vaha sukhte hue dekha tha aur uska box bhi unke chajje par pada thaAunty: ha vo usine mangvaya tha par use batana nahi vo sharmati hai thodaUncle: thik hai aur mangavane he to bol denaAunty: thik haiJhanvi: to unko pata chal gaya ke tumne muje diya haiAunty: ha vo tum sab kuch bahar sukhati ho to unhone dekh liya hoga but dont worry tum chinta mat karo vo tumare husband ko kuch nahi batayegeJhanvi: Thik haiAunty: aur tumare uncle kehte the ke aur. He continued this, giving Julian just enough time to catch his breath before fucking his giant cock all the way down Julian's throat again and again. Julian could feel Jenny penetrating deep down his throat into his chest. He was being fucked in the throat deeper than he could have imagined, and there was no gag. As Jenny deep-throated him with his giant cock, there was little Julian could do, other than just breathe in and out quickly when he was able. The tightness of his throat was doing the.