The belt left red marks on her pretty thighs, and he liked the way they looked.“Crack…” He swung the belt again, lashing across both of her thig...s this time. Sandra screamed again, seeing her struggle and hearing her screams made his cock throb and jerk up and down.“OOOoooh God… don’t John!” Sandra yelled. “You’re hurting me…”“Yeah, and I’m gonna hurt you some more, Cunt!” he panted, as he gripped, and began to stroke on his raging hard-on.“Oooooohh… Please Don’t!” she begged.“Fuck You…. you. I tried to hide my smile when she referred to me as her daughter, but Iwas sure she saw it."You know, Danny, a dress like that will get you a lot of attention,"mom said, "how did you feel wearing it, and walking around the storewith people seeing you?" Um, well," I had to think, "Well, at first I was nervous, but then itwas okay," I said."Did you feel like a boy in a dress, or did you feel like a girl?" mompressed on.A weird thing happened to me then, and for some reason I just startedcrying. . This story started about September last year, when I had a friend request from a couple SAYING; My profile on here clearly states I am a bi lady in my mid fifties and seeking a lesbian couple from preference for mutual sex [though what it doesn’t say so, in reality to have a good tryst with another woman again I would at a push agree to sex with her husband] but most hamster folk live on hope anyway. I`m Mid fifties as I said, I live alone, in a nice little place in Dorset, work part-time to. Frustrated, she called Darrin, having him come home.It was kind of odd sitting with the couple, the wife still naked, as they debated which pose, they liked best. They settled on one, but they thought it still wasn’t just right. Then Starla grinned and asked me to leave for about 30 minutes.It was pretty evident what had happened while I was gone. The red of the couch was stained, her body bathed in sweat, her nipples erect, her hair a disheveled mess. Her legs were splayed, and you could see.