"Ask nicely," I say. "Please mistress! Please slide the cock inside my wet, needy, and tight pussy! My pussy is aching for you to pound away at it! Pl...ase mistress!" she is pleading again and again. I grant her wish and once more taking the faux cock in hand, I place the head at her entrance, and without warning I slam the whole eight inch length into her pussy. She lets out a gasp and moan, as I wait letting her adjust. I may be her mistress, for this moment, but I don't ever want to cause my. “My Dam,” he moaned, straining to break free of the manacles so he could fall to his feet and worship her.“Damien,” she purred, her voice a symphony of delights caressing his ear. She stopped before him. Her hand touched his stomach, sliding up him. A hot flush rippled across his skin. His cock grew harder, brushing her stomach.“Let me go,” he moaned. “Please. Let us hunt together. Let us feed. Let me worship you as you drink.”The thoughts weren't his own. There was a part of Damien that. I have had a tough time today and need to get rid of my anger somehow.”He had wrapped the expensive leather belt around his hand with about 18 inches loose. He pushed his hand on Ann's neck to stop her moving. She tried to fight to get up but he was far too strong for her.“Don’t worry my dear you are only getting 6 strokes today…” Ann's heart was beating fast at the thought of the leather belt being used on her bottom. The panties were designed to look sexy but not stop the crack of a heavy. His penis shrank to its normal seven inches."What's this?" panted the old woman. "Don't make it shrink, dear boy. I can't remember the last time I saw a strong young prick like that. Tis a balm to my poor old eyes." It shrinks when I tell the truth," explained Pinocchio."Does it then grow when you speak falsely?" asked the crone, tilting her head to one side."Indeed," he said."Well, then, my strong young puppet, lie to me most horribly, for I have just chosen what payment I shall require of you.