He pulls on the leash, "Get your ass up slut. " You try to get up as he keeps pulling on your leash. Every time you take a few steps he pulls again an... you fall again. He drags you this way back inside. In the kitchen he orders, "On your face to the floor. Unless told otherwise this is how want you. Do you understand? " Through the tears and horniness you mumble, "yes" The crop comes down across your back and you yell. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you. " You scream, "YES! I WILL! " The crop comes. She lost no matter where they played all their games of poolShe knows he doesn't know, she secretly practised a bit before, because she is really desperate to get pregnantShe knows she looks lustful in her see-through red dress with nothing underneath in the way for foxy fornicationShe simply gets her bet going, as she planned. He is behind on his schedule, he prefers to play her rightaway!She simply diverts his attention, whenever he tries to shoot, she looks like the hotter shot for his dirty. He could see her perfectly formed pink nipples standing so proudly to attention as they greeted him. “Suck me Pete!” They seemed to call out to him.Pete felt the first twinges in his pants, as he gripped the arm of the sofa for balance, and in frustration as he gazed on to what he could never touch.Sulkily Pete stood back up and wandered into the kitchen. Back to his pathetic fucking life and stupid errands. He opened the dish washer angrily as he began to take each plate out. Thinking about. Being a well-bred young woman, she had cleaned him up after use, with a lithe tongue, which she had used on his softening implement, until not only had she licked off the coating which covered it, but also left it semi-erect, needing very little fanning to get the flames burning brightly again. In this condition, Tom was trying to tuck it back into his trousers, when Miss Buchanan, drawn by the noises coming from the stables, came upon him in the stall so recently the scene of Miss Yeardley's.