I reached out and triedto push myself back from him but his vice-like grip was too strong; hepushed my face harder into his crotch.I couldn't help it,...I stated to gag, my mouth convulsing and my tongueflailing around in my mouth. At the same time my fists were drummingagainst his thighs as I tried to push myself away. That was when hestated laugh! He also said the only word he ever spoke,"Good!"He held my face hard against him and as I started to blackout I felthis penis convulse in my mouth.. .until i could her her cries....then slowly followin my right hand .....licked her stomach all the way to her inner thighs...i could barely hold my self as my cock was busting in my underwear....i kissed her inner thighs...and slowly pulled her panties down...i caught my breath when i saw her pubic mound shaved with i think line of hair....her cunt soooo small...... i got her out of the panty.....and parted her legs....she looked down at me as i kissed her clitoris and moved my tongue up and. It's for me."Her jaw dropped just a little bit. "Well, I don't understand," she said, "what are you looking for? Are you in a comedy production?" No, I just like to wear tutus," I said.She took a breath, and then said, "Well, do you want a romantic or a classical tutu?" I don't know," I said, "What's the difference?" The romantic is like the long skirts worn in Giselle. The classical is the straighter, shorter style worn by ballerinas in productions like Swan Lake." Like the ones in Swan Lake,. After untying you I walk you over to a low padded bench and position you face down on it, head hanging over the edge. I then tie your legs togther at the ankles,calfs and thighs. Your arms are similarly immobilised behind your back.Briefly I whip your arse with the thin cane again, you moan but know better than to tell me to stop, or to say anything for that matter. Bending your legs back towards your head I tie rope between your ankles and onto the ring at the top of your hood. I keep pulling.