It was beginning to turn her on to the point where she wanted to scream out at him.She fucked into him as hard as her hips could pound. Slowly, the fe...ling in his body changed, his breathing got steadier, and his asshole lost its tightness. Before she knew it, she was stroking the huge cock in and out of him with no trouble at all.You prick, she thought, you son-of-a-bitch, you're liking it! You're starting to like it. She reached around and found his cock ramrod stiff in her hand, gobs of. You read about it every day,’ Jerry objected. ‘In some areas yes. In others we are no better off than we were decades ago,’ Doctor Morris said. ‘And in your case. We’re late.’ ‘But how? Why’ ‘Ironically, your good health and even your youth worked against us,’ said Doctor Morris. ‘We had no reason to suspect something like this was going on. We did no tests. You’re not even old enough for us to worry about your colon or your prostrate. It caught us flat footed.’ ‘And we’re sure that’s what it. Apparently, the owner of the cock could feel everything just fine. He let out a groan as he held my head in a vise grip, and slammed my throat with abandon. His steaming cock let loose a series of erupting cum shots, and I tried in vain to swallow, but it was no use. Anyway, his bucket load of jizz managed to find its way down my throat on its own.My attention turned back to my ass, as the rapid tempo of the punishing bumpy shaft found its mark again and again, and the heat inside my rectum. "I havent' done anything WRONG, Master Hans...I need my space! Masturbating once a week isn't enough! It's not..." Hans clicked his tongue against his teeth, and waded in once more with the cane, and all was agony for some time!?LATERHans and Chip walked the road into Buttermilk Falls, Chip not moving terribly comfortably. Hans had caned Chip extensively for his masturbation sins, and then of course Chip had offered up some lip concerning having to wear his Eton suit complete with short pants,.