She had also taken some very strong slow release painkillers and alcohol to take the edge off the pain she was about to endure so that she could enjoy...it. She had never indulged in BDSM sex before and was looking forward to the experience with some trepidation.She arrived at Jamie's apartment on time and rang the doorbell. Jamie answered the door and pulled Kerry inside, slapping her hard across the face. He then asked her who she was and what she wanted. Kerry replied, " I am your submissive. "How about Abdul?" I breathed. "Wouldn't you like to feel his hands on you?" He frightens me," she responded, apprehensively. "I think he would be ... rough." Would that be bad?" I don't know. Stephen's very — gentle. It's what I'm used to." Wouldn't you enjoy Abdul's strong dark hands squeezing your tits like a couple of oranges? Pushing your legs open and thrusting his fingers under your panties? Pulling out his thick hard... ?"Oh, Christ, Mr. Rogan," she moaned. "Stop! Please stop!"Then, our. I could feel my cunt getting wetter with each smack. My ass was turning a rosy shade of pink as I moaned gratefully. My enema had left me clean and what I thought was pretty opened up, so I hadn't prelubricated intentionally. I wanted to feel the soreness of his hard cock but I wasn't prepared for the glass handle which was thrust rudely into my rejuvenated asshole. Normally a 1.5 diameter doesn't faze me in the slightest, but the round, hard, untapered, glass was leaving quite an impression on. “Lorraine, Ross needs another break.”“No really Mrs Campbell, I’m fine,” Ross protested.“Ross, shut up, and watch.” Paula told him. Then she laid back on the sofa and masturbated, you too, she told Lorraine. So Lorraine took up position at the sofas other end, and watching her mother, fingered herself. Lorraine was on point of orgasm when Paula ordered her onto her knees, where she continued to finger her wet cunt. Paula ran her fingers down Lorraine’s back, and then down into the cleft of her.