Cold fury. Then He stopped. Then He left the room.An hour later, He returned. He added two more pounds to the weights, causing a fresh batch of pain. ... heard a dog barking. My Master applied peanut butter to my pussy, and a large Doberman was happily licking it off. This was not exactly unpleasant, but it was suspicious. Once I was good and damp, the dog felt it was time to mate. My Master held him in once he entered. This was not bad, until I felt the balloon expand in my pussy. My Master. It was a great station with lots of songs from the big band era and an hour later, I led her through a heart pounding tango to “Mack the Knife”. She could really move and followed like we’d been dancing together for a lifetime. It felt great. A song neither of us had heard before started and we decided to take a break. We were both a little breathless.“Great station and you’re pretty good,” I told her.“Not so bad yourself. That was fun.”“What do you think Mars would say to that,” I wondered. Her hand began stroking and rubbing my cock as I flicked my tongue over her pierced nipples making them so hard feeling her soft tits against my face. The gentle warm breeze flowed over our bodies as she then knelt between my legs licking along my swollen cock, taking time over it taking me in her mouth, devouring me so deep into her mouth. My cock twitched as a trickle of pre cum edged out of my bulbous tip for her to lick swallowing it and looking up at me with a cheeky smile, Sandra knew she. Despite having wanted to feel one across his backside for quite some time this was the first time that Richard had actually seen a cane and the fact that one was now on display meant that his caning was ever closer. Margaret had given her late husband some merciless floggings with that cane but she had no idea what Richard would be able to take so she thought that she had better talk to him about it, "My Ralph had a very high pain threshold and I gave him some real thrashings but I do not know.