Mistress Latisha paused before the last swat. The crop hovered above the poor girl’s already punished cunt. Then with a quick snap, the crop shot up...and then down, directly on Tinkerbell’s clit. This time the splat of the crop hitting was drowned out by Tinkerbell’s scream of pain.While Tinkerbell was still in place, crying and sobbing, Mistress Latisha took a deep bow to the crowd. The applause was the loudest yet. So, too, were the shouts of “Bravo!” and “Kinky!”When the applause died out,. Over the years, we became fast friends and she was one of my first and favorite pen pals (due to the distance between us during the winter season). In a way, I'm glad that I no longer have those letters that reflected the banality of teenage existence in the '60's. I do, however, remember one letter and the response to it. I wanted to shock Mary Ann out of her country/Catholic/solid existence. I wrote my very first sexual fantasy to her. The response was quick and precise: please do not write. He knew it was a man now and the voice was uncomfortably familiar, though he still couldn’t see the face under the hood. His captor stepped forward and ripped Harry’s own hood back before raising his wand and preparing to cast his demise. He kept his eyes open, refusing to show fear."Harry?" Someone called breathlessly from the mouth of the alleyway. The man was distracted long enough for Harry to kick him away. He rolled over to where his own wand lay and rose pointing it at his would be. " That sounds like Ron" she thought and quietly entered the house and walked down the hall to the den door. Stopping in the doorway she saw her husband, Ron lying on his back with Carolyn kneeling beside him, working on his dick with her lips and tongue, while Carolyn's husband Odell was on his knees behind her grunting with passion and slamming his 10 inch cock into Carolyn's cunt.Breathlessly Joyce leaned in the doorway watching Carolyn grunt and moan, humping her ass on Odell's prick and.