A tawse comes next. Mistress K doesn’t ask me to count, which is good because I don’t know if I could as she rapidly beats one cheek and then the...other. The tawse moves down onto my thighs and my yelps become more shrill as the pain increases.She stops. I know what is coming next and I dread it, but at the same time I think to myself, “I want to be here, and this is what I am here for.”The riding crop strikes. Mistress K has a wonderful technique with the riding crop. She alternates. She opened her eyes and saw Matthew’s sea blue eyes staring into hers with his usual boyish grin on his face.“I love you so much, Matthew,” she whispered. No sooner had she said that truth that she tried to take it back. Embarrassed, Margaret apologized.“I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”Matthew stroked her face with his strong hands, still moist from being inside her pussy. He leaned down and their lips touched slightly. He lifted his head to look into her eyes again. She had. “Do you like this?” she asked. I must have grunted my response but it was irrelevant, she already knew the answer. Proceeding she told me“If you want more then you will do what I say and please me” again I nodded. “Kneel” she commanded. Pushing my head down, she swung her legs around, draping them around my shoulders while lying across the bed. I could smell her sweet pussy and see her swollen lips, the neatly trimmed hairs glistened with moisture, holding my head firmly, she brought my. "She reached over and got the gel and squirted some on her hand and began sliding it up and down on my shaft. She then began rubbing the palm of her other hand around on the head of my cock. I quickly got that dreamy look on my face of intense pleasure."How is it, sir?" Heavenly, miss. You have a touch for these things." She grinned. "Thank you, sir."She slides one hand down and grips around the base with her finger and thumb. With her other hand, she pulls on me like she's pulling on a rope..