She was beautiful beyond compare, a nymph such as the bards would never tire to laud. Now she held up a hand to me and I lay next to her. She kissed m... tenderly and her hand travelled down to my eagerly awaiting cock. She gripped my entire shaft and massaged it slowly. My hands found her pert, rosebud nipples and I rubbed her smooth alabaster skin. Now I sat up and my hand gently fell between her thighs. She parted her legs, wriggling her hips in anticipation. I was in no hurry and Iran my. When she looked back up at me I realized something, this wasnt Emily, it was Alyssa. I woke myself immediately. I was horrified, I was dreaming of Alyssa. I was dreaming of a fucking five year old girl. I had asked a fucking five year old to let me rail them. Disgusted with myself I rolled over only to find that the alarm clock said five am. My alarm was going to go off in fifteen minuets and I would have to look at the little girl that I had dreamed of, for eight hours. I decided to get up. We’ve decided I’m going to start carrying a sensory kit. Ear plugs and things like that because too many different sounds overwhelm me. I was okay until the restraunt staff brought thirty more people into our area then I was drowning from the input. It was rather weird because my brain was trying to follow each and every source of sound at the same time rather than blending them into background noise. The ones I remember before I gave up and put in the ear plugs were:1. The guy running the. "I'm okay," I replied, a little breathlessly. "Good girl. Ready for part three?" My breath caught in my throat at the thought of more, but I responded resolutely, "Yes, Master." I knew I had earned this punishment. "Good girl," you repeated. "Count each one, and now you can thank me for each." "Yes, Master," I replied again, waiting tensely for the first blow. You took me by surprise, bringing the crop right up between my legs on my pussy lips. "One, Master, thank you!" I cried out. You.