She didn’t move so I carried on licking, pushingmy long tongue all the way in so I could taste thislovely juice that was coming out of her hole....My cockhad come out of my sheath about three inches due to myarousal.Trish then appeared with another girl, Trish put meback on my lead and pulled me away, the other girl didthe same with the collie.When we got home Trish fed me, and after a drink l laiddown and went to sleep.I was awakened by noises coming out of the lounge,getting up I put my. That was one. There were others. One method I use is the pick-up. Oh, I mentioned earlier that you don't get the goodie- goodie types on a pick-up with a car. They have to be smoothed on the street first, face-to-face; before they'll ride with you anywhere. But there's a whole slew of broads who stand on corners in crowded cities and thumb rides. Go after them, brother. They'll fuck or suck you just about every time.Oh, sometimes they'll refuse; I don't deny that. But figure it this way: what. Shaking my hands in pain, didn’t have a count of the strokes.He hit my thighs, buttocks, hands which covered the buttocks, just below the waistline, just above the knees….the cane basically fell everywhere on my thighs, buttocks and below the waistline. tears flowed and I was broken. I didn’t want one more stroke. I just had enough and I wanted to go back home. I don’t want to serve anyone and my organ was not erect now. I just wanted to escape the pain. I didn’t want to meet the mistress and I. They were familiar hands. I'd felt them every night in bed and ocasionally when I took a shower at home. I rubbed the hands and brought them up into my view and saw the familiar little scar just below the second knuckle of the index finger on my sister's right hand. I then brought her hands to my lips and kissed them starting with the faded scar. Then I let them go so my sister could start playing with my body. It felt nice as she cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. She eventually.