Kyle grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up, peeling it off me, leaving me in a black silk bra and matching panties. Before I can ask him to, Kyle ...ifts off his own shirt and tugs off his pants. I can see his hard-on standing up through his boxers, and I feel a searing heat at the thought of what it will soon be doing to me. He goes straight for my tits, undoing my bra with nimble fingers and throwing it on the floor, then attacking one nipple with his mouth and the other with his hand as. A junior and a medium, and this ‘special’.“What’s so special about it then?”“Well darling, that’s for you to find out! No, this one is made of local willow, that’s why it’s a bit darker than these school-type rattans.”“Quite the expert aren’t you?”“Hey, don’t be so cheeky! I’m only telling you what the giant chap in the shop told me.”“Mmmm I see. So are you going to do your giant impersonation for me?”“I’ll say! Bend over darling!”He took all his clothes off so he could resemble the chalk. Fortunately, due to years of careful conditioning, she's realized that her worth is measured in how well she can satisfy your every deviant need. Even if she's gritting her teeth in pain and/or humiliation, she now knows submitting to your will is her sole purpose in life.Pain is something Whitney has grown quite familiar with, though she never gets used to. Despite your constant pummeling, her pussy still wrapped around your thick, 9-inch cock like a condom, her lips gripping every violent. She hugged him more tightly and pulled herself up along his body until their faces were just apart. He could just see her face in the glow of light provided by the various appliances. He was aware of her breasts pressing into his chest. Of her legs against his. Of their groins together, the heat there making it almost unbearable for him. He kept looking at her face. Actually, there were three faces, an effect of the drug, but he didn’t care. They were all beautiful. They were all her. All.