I release one of cuffs so I can put her in position. I bend her over, re-cuff her hands behind her back and start fucking her like the piece of meat s...e is to me now. I love fucking her doggy style, her cute little butt in the air, my hands around her tiny waste. This is exactly how I always fantasied it going down. I can feel myself getting close to cumming, as I can feel her getting there as well. Her moaning starts to increase, and I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock. I grab her. He certainly was graceful and eloquent, but there was a certain polish lacking when it came to protocol.On very rare occasions Master's oldest friend would come by to visit. Sir Jon had known Master longer than anyone else, and was the person whom Master had complete trust in. Sir Jon, however, gave us a glimpse as to what Master was before he had acquired his wealth. Sir Jon was working class, grease and grime always under his fingernails, no hope of ever coming clean. On these rare occasions,. After that as I grew I was feeling change in my body, in 7th grade my penis started erecting and during that time when I used to take bath I started rubbing my penis and some white fluid was coming out, it was giving me immense pleasure. During this time I started learning the meaning of abuses from my classmates (like mather chod, behen chod) and I started liking the women who were living near my house, generally they were the mothers or sisters of my friends. I used to go school with my. Just now I had accidentally peeped inside my sister's skirt and my body had responded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hard on.I went inside the room... striped my clothes and stood naked in the room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister's creamy thighs came before my eyes.I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts towards Sheila... but to no avail. I failed.