Priscilla was biting back her vocalization of her intense pain. The crop can be so painful. She was fortunate I hadn't gotten out the horse whip or a ...ane. After twenty hard strokes with the crop, I stopped my little one. "Feel her old, sloppy cunt, Baby." She really didn't need to as Prissy was dripping down her spread thighs. Stephie shoved four slim fingers in to the last knuckle with no problem at all. "She's drippin' wet, Daddy, literally." "Give me the crop, Sweetie." She handed me the. I just love this feeling of humiliating him. A woman humiliating her husband by cuckolding him is a bullet to the gut to the oppressive patriarch. When I am being mean to him I am really protesting the world around us. My relationship towards with him is a mirror reflection of this filthy cum filled condom we call society. The only difference is that it feels really good for me. Pierre is on his way as hubby is sitting at the table working on a research paper. He is very much focused on it.. Jerome lifted her up and laid her on the bed on her back. With her legs spread wide Jerome to the phone from Tyler and held it over her open legs. He shifted her panties to the side and slapped her flowing pussy with his already hard cock. I could hear it loudly smacking it. She moaned deeply, almost twisting her body to the pleasurable pain. “Damn! This pussy nice and ready” Jerome stated, calmly sliding his cock inside her pussy. He slowly took his cock half way in and she moaned every inch. I saw that I was now in a different room. It still looked like a hospital room, but some of the details were different, so I knew that I had been moved. I also noticed that I was very hungry, so I asked for something to eat. The woman punched some buttons on a nearby console, and I heard a chime. She opened a panel and removed some food on a tray. It was a kind of mush, but I was hungry enough not to care—I ate it as fast as I could shove it down. Surprisingly, though it looked like library.