’ The sound of Jean-Claude’s voice made her feel hollow inside and her head filled with static. She felt his breath against her cheek before he pl...ced a kiss there and let him lead her over to a bench under a tree. ‘It’s nice to see you again.’ ‘What ‘s wrong, not enough pussy for you out there?’ Jean-Claude laughed. ‘Oh, no, dear Chantal. That is not a problem that Jean-Claude will ever have. There is more than enough pussy for me. I just missed yours.’ ‘How can you miss what you’ve never. The ones I avoided, since I had left home. "Please daddy, I need your dick in me," I whispered in Wilson's hear. I immediately noticed a increase of his pelvic motions. "You love to hear me beg for your dick, don't you daddy?" I asked."You know I love to hear you beg for it Sylvia," he said.Before I could stop myself I had his zipper down and his cock in my hands. "Yes Sylvia you know I love when you hold me like that." Wilson said. "Do you want daddy's dick in your tight little pussy?" he. I feel him pull my shorts down to mid thigh. "I will leave your thong where it is since it isn't in the way," he sayswhile laughing.I hear the first swish of the crop through the air and a searing painacross my ass as it finds its mark. By the third strike I am crying intomy gag. By the 8th strike I fallen off my feet and am simply lying on thedesk. "Get your sissy ass up in the air bitch!" master whispers into my ear. Islowly raise my ass off the desk and plant my feet once again to receivemy. She pulled me in closer by placing her hands on my hips; our bodies grazing against each other. I felt a crackle of sexual energy, she was my type and her close presence was certainly having the right effect. We moved in time to the music, her hands steering my body against hers. The delicate brush of her body against mine ignited my ardour. My loins were rising and she did not seem to care. Moving with the slow rhythm of the music, she pressed her body harder against me. “I have a confession.