" I really wanted to take a picture, but thankfully I had just enough brains left to recognize that as a bad idea. I had also deliberately set my phon... down out of reach.I actually felt too sensitive to want to touch myself much, besides which, if I may put it overtly, I don't like getting ass-leakage on my hand when he's tied back there. I contented myself with easing my weight forward and simply allowing everything to relax. I let myself grow comfortable around the seemingly impossible girth. She could see his cock was swelling and he was enjoying the nice walk. She took him back into the house.“I noticed you’re wearing a butt plug. Did you ask me if you could wear one? Have you cum today? Answer me slut!”“I came today while I was thinking of you. I was so horny and needed to feel something vibrate in my dirty ass.”“That’s not allowed. You have been very naughty. I must spank you to get your attention. You are not allowed to have anything in your butt unless I say you can. . I knew he was paying it out of his own pocket. My arm was still in a cast and even after all that time the bruises were still evident, as well as the shaved spot on my head from the stitches I had to have to sew my scapl shut. Jackson took one look at me and I could see the emotion running across his face.“That ass! I hope he gets what’s coming to him. I just sorry someone didn’t teach him a lesson about putting hands on a woman.”I smiled. “Oh, Brian gave him a taste. A broken nose, a broken. It was not gold foil, it was not a colorful plaster, it was a leather grotesque that covered most of her face. She was not a stranger to these people any longer. The striking Dutchwoman had made an impression over the last few weeks, making the rounds with most of the lords and ladies of Venice, spending hours at Court, exercising her fastly improving Italian, and flashing her crystal blue eyes and perfect smile when words failed her. She charmed the Doge, the Doge’s wife, and the Doge’s.