It was then when your growls joined my moans. Your hands were grabbing hard my ass cheeks, kneading them, spurring the delicious pain from the previou... blows. Your growls were faster now, as well as my moans, and leaning down, you gripped me by my neck, raising my head a bit, and ordered me: “Come for me, my little red! Now!” And my whole body trembled hard as the wave of pleasure crushed over me hard, almost violently, taking me to unknown places, making me experience a whole new world of. A thirty-five year old man approaches Sarah. Without saying a word he takes her hand and motions for her to stand.“I want to lick your cunt while you watch my fifty-year old lady give your man a hand job. My name is Nic, her name is Amy,” he tells her as he licks and kisses her ass.“And so you shall Nic,” Sarah tells him with a tremor in her voice.Sarah is seated back on the stool. Nic is kneeling in front of her. She has a leg over his shoulder, her face has a look of pleasure as his tongue. My arrival home on the day of my caning had seen me head straight to my bedroom to remove the borrowed PE kit before anyone saw me and asked any awkward questions. Naked in my bedroom I had stood before the full length mirror on my wardrobe door and studied the stripes on my buttocks, squeezing and kneading my flesh to enjoy the soreness which had quickly replaced the initial agony.What I couldn't come to terms with though, was the embarrassment of the erection I'd displayed to Miss Bush. This. The chamberlain watched Elena carefully for her reaction. He had grown close to the young woman over the previous rough months. Outside of the steward, he alone knew the marriage contract that would make her queen was still intact. He had watched as she had weighed the prospect of marrying a man she loved or maintaining a hold on the power she had grown to enjoy.Elena’s face held no emotion as she picked up the parchment. She did not break the wax seal to read it. That would wait until she was.