I was standing in my black jockey underwear, ashamed and fearful, in front of her. She returned to the room to grab a collar belt and a whip, which sh... carried on her back.Now she tightened the collar belt on my neck as tight as possible, causing difficulties with my breathing. Then she pushed me on my four legs and spanked me hard with her whip on my ass cheeks. She pulled me like a doggy back to the room.She sat on the edge of the bed. She was now bottomless without panties. She ordered me to. Cuando su maravillosa boca se apoderó de mis pezones, comenzó a estimularlos hasta que me arrancó un hondo gemido, sentía sus manos crispadas aferrando el plátano por encima de mi ropa, y por lo que pude percibir, lo estrujaba con torpeza. Temí que lo batiera por completo bajo mi ropa interior y cuando trataba de acomodar su mano para indicarle el movimiento de avancarga y retroceso que debía hacer, sentí su primer mordisco en mis pezones. Gemí y me contorsioné de placer, ella se emocionó. Towel lapeta aur nidhi ke bef pe baith gaya . Kuch der baad wo bathroom se nikli aur mujhe dekha. Wo bhi dari hui thi. Use laga main sbko ye baat bol dunga. Toh wo rote hue bolne lagi.Kisiko matt bolna chotu . Badlevmein jo manega dung.Mere andar ka shaitan jaag gaya.Maine kha thk hai.Par use mjhe usko chodne dena hoga. Ye sun ke eo naraz ho gyi aur chillane lagi mujhle. Maine kaha toh tbk hai alne doston aur mummy papa ko ye baat bol dunga.Toh wo pehle rone lagi aur gidgidayi.Toh maine kaha jo. "And what is your name?" Katelyn," she replies, her girlish voice coming out as half-whisper and half-squeak. It's the first thing she has said and it is a lie. Her real name is Kristy. I know this because she is my girlfriend, and as I watch this interview with her, she is sitting beside me here in my dorm room at the college we both attend. She is visibly nervous and biting her nails, studying my reaction but afraid to say anything."Well hello Katelyn. And how old are you?" Nineteen." This is.