”“Yeah, I like it. I don’t have to spend a lot of time...”“That’s a ‘Community’ thing, I think. I used to wear more makeup and spend t...me doing my hair, but watching THEM made me rethink...”“What’s Scott say about it?”“The boy walks around in a daze ... He likes me this way...”I laughed. “I’m sure he does. Dad says that most guys would rather NOT have to put up with hairspray and teasing and perms and makeup.”“That’s my Scotty,” she said. “Mom’s old-school. She flips out.”“My mom’s the same. It was a beautiful site. Eric stood up quickly into the spikes, and Amber squeezed lube onto the anal plug before Eric was forced back onto it. It didn't hurt him as much this time, for his wail was softer as his torn asshole was forced onto the plug. He was exhausted after only three minutes of this, and his ass bleeding had stopped. He sat in a pile of his own shit, dried blood, and, of course, the plug. Finally, he rested on the plug, it being more painful than the spikes, and began to cry.. Unperturbed, Manley then massaged the lotion into her legs, from her ankles right up to the crotch of her bikini. His mother let him, even though he spent a lot of time rubbing between her thighs, while he kissed her with his tongue probing deep into her mouth in search of hers. She was breathing quite heavily when she whispered, "That's not the way a young man should be kissing his mother."She didn't seem to notice, or pretended not to, the way he was feeling between her legs.Whenever Manley's. Honey’s cock stiffened and rubbed the leather padding as she squirmed; her little balls and anus tingled as she viewed some of the males to the side of her, stroking large erect cocks; they would enjoy her whipping, and honey rubbed her stiff cock on the now slippery leather and her soft belly as she now relished the cruel kiss of the whip. She was not sure if she heard the crack or felt the pain first, but she was sure of the pain that stung her soft cheeks. The men stroked their cocks.