”“Please… please, please,” he intoned, pleadingly.Grabbing hold of his rump with my fingers pressing hard into his flesh, I lined up my knob b...fore I began to jackhammer into him. After lowering my body forward, my right hand once more began to slap the side of his face.“Do you deserve more punishment?” I growled.“Yes, pleaaase,” he groaned, meekly.I again lifted my body and alternating fists, began to punch his backside hard. This excitement had all become too much for me and shortly, my balls. I glided a finger under the edge and asked if this was Okay. She said, “You can do whatever you want.” I told her that we could do whatever SHE wanted, that what I wanted wasn’t important, and that this was all for her pleasure. I said I wanted her to be spoiled rotten to ensure she would come back for more. At that she just smiled like she had just discovered a treasure.I slid my hand under her panties and found the softest mound I’d ever had the extreme pleasure of massaging. When my finger. Her youthful body’s racked with pain, her vagina, rectum stuffed, burning, her hips quivering across his shaking thighs, her heart beating erratically as she feels the strings tightening, tugging at her tortured nipples as the bricks clank together in here swaying hands. Stepping behind Megan, the Dom slips a strap around her elbows, tugs tight. Her shoulders jaunt back, thrusting her battered breasts outward, the tied nipples apart as the bricks sway, jerking in her spreading hands,. . What next. Let's see...." Suzy stepped back to examine Sharon more closely. "Stand up for a second and turn around." Sharon stood, turned slowly, and then sat. "What are you... About a 32A?"Sharon said, "No! I'm a 36C!" You can't be," Suzy said incredulously. "I'm a 36C!"Then, for the second time, Sharon noticed Suzy's breasts. 'How can that be possible?' she thought. "No way. You're breasts are at least a E and probably an F cup!" Nope! Check out Tawny over there. She's only a B cup." Sharon.