Master covered us and we began to cuddle and kiss. I reached between us and lovingly stroked his cock as he squeezed and stroked my bottom, holding us...close. My nipples rubbed delightfully against his chest hair.Breaking off our tongue duel, he slid down my body. One arm beneath me, he hugged my chest to his mouth and suckled my breasts. He reached between my legs with his other arm and pressed his thick bicep against my pussy, rubbing it firmly as his hand caressed my lower back and hips. I. Other than an occasional grimace and a breathless "ouch" she was taking this first spanking from me very well. Not once did she ask me to stop. "Tell me about that time. Was that the first time he spanked you? Did he use his hand or maybe a belt?" I was getting even more aroused. I loved listening to a woman tell me about their daddies spanking their buns. SLAP!I gave her another hard one to get her started. "Tell me now!" When I got 'home from school' that day my mother noticed that I had my. She had chosen to leave a tiny little landing strip, shaped like a small, narrow oval, which extended upward from the very front of her cleft for perhaps an inch and a half; otherwise, smooth as a baby’s bottom. At this point my cock had executed the full ‘sproinngg!’ maneuver, and was pressing tightly to the inside of my zipper as I admired her. I whistled low and long. “Very sexy, my dear! You look good enough to eat.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me lasciviously. “You’ll get no objections. They had taken each of the lower shelves out and the top one remaining was just enough girding to keep the small space together. That piece of the framework tipped just enough to prevent them from breaking the door open or busting through the walls. Although I wasn't really a rescuer per se, I felt compelled to help as much as I could. When I got in close and tried to calm the trapped pair the smell was beyond imagination. They had been in the "box" for near 20 hours now in blistering heat and,.