What's wrong withyou? If they're not for me and you expect me to believe that you'renot getting into bed with anyone else what am I supposed to think... Thatyou bought them for a raffle prize for the church fete? I'm sure thevicar's wife would be delighted to win them! This is your last chanceto give me a rational and believable explanation.WHO....ARE....THEY....FOR?Chris sat with his head in his hands, thinking for what seemed like aneternity. Finally he knew that the game was up and, taking. Master may or may not be there. I would either be clothed in some sexy attire but without panties or on some occasions host in the nude. It is almost inevitable that I would be groped by the guests during the evening. Often, I have to perform oral sex as and when requested by these men; I would have to kneel down and suck their cock while they continue their conversations or whatever they are doing. Once, I had to suck the cock of a cross-dresser much to the amusement of all the guests. If they. It was all her fault. I was determined that no matter how hard he spanked me or how embarrassed I felt, I would not cry.Determination only gets you so far.“Mrs. Baker, don’t be afraid to give her a spanking when she misbehaves,” he instructed, still never missing a stroke.“I can’t do that. I can’t discipline her like that,” mom said. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt the tears pressing against my eyelids. The sound of my ass being spanked, Chang’s voice, the sting on my now tender behind. I could feel my legs start to become like jelly as her hand slowly slid down over my shaft and stroked the base of my cock.“You want me to jerk you off baby. Do you want to cum good for me? Do you want to show mistress what a good little boy you can be?”“Yes Mistress Beverley”“Good boy.”I could feel the dildo start to slide in and out of my ass faster. Her hand slid up and down on my shaft as she fucked me. I grunted and groaned. I was so close and her pounding was relentless. Finally, I could.