Equally devoted to the study of militarytactics and the works of Marquis De Sade, they were a twisted lot. Trace usedto say that his family considered...arms their profession and pain their hobby. How did a nice girl like me from Lowell, Massachusetts get mixed upwith this group of patriotic sadists? Well for one thing, I'm not all thatnice. My predilection for reaching an orgasm only after a sound flogging hadbrought Trace Donaldson and I together. We'd met at a place in Manhattan calledthe. When he returned to massaging my legs I parted my thighs slightly allowing him a near perfect view of my pussy. He immediately began treating my thighs, so allowing him room to manoeuvre meant opening my legs a little further again. As he massaged high into my thigh muscle I could feel his hands brushing gently against my labia. I knew that I was already very wet so my reaction to this was to tighten my butt muscles, and push my lips against his tentative touch. The invitation was blatant but. She lifted up her blue dress and exposed her soaking wet pussy and immediately slipped his rock-hard shaft inside of her. “Oh Fuck,” she moaned, as she began to arch her juicy, round ass up and down on his throbbing cock that penetrated her tight cunt. “Shit. Your dick feels so fucking good in my pussy,” she moaned gracefully as she began to ride his cock more frantically and swiftly. Even though the Tin Man could barely handle Dorothy's sensational skills and was on the verge of cumming, he. ‘You bastard,’ moaned Meg, as she slowly started to recover.‘I aim to please,’ murmured Jack as Meg slowly began to glide herself along Jack’s length. Despite the mindblowing sensations, Meg closed her eyes and put every ounce of focus into rhythmically rocking her hips to try and repay Jack for some of the pleasure he had selflessly given her in the past.‘You’re doing very well,’ grinned Jack. ‘I can almost hear your concentration through the darkness.’‘Don’t put me off,’ gasped Meg.‘Poor Meg,.