"A smarttrot or a smarting ass!" And he cracked the whip.My feelings as we trotted through the woods were confused, to say theleast. I thought I could...trust Clinton Crayle, whatever he was doing... butI mean, here I was, hijacked from one owner and in the power of a malewho acted quite amused at my enforced femininity. Forced to make like apony-girl no less! Yet I also felt a ray of encouragement. Crayle hadfigured out that Rod must be working with my Cousin Julia in an elaboratescheme to trap. I'm cummmmmiiiinnnggg". She need not have used her words, I could feel her pussy pulsating around my embedded shaft with her hot juices streaming down its length to trickle out across my balls."Fuck yeh ... cum on my cock ... cum all over me" I groaned into her ear as I nibbled on her lobe. I struggled to stay inside her with her pussy muscles attempting to expel my cock from its grasp.It all started an hour again when both of us were caught in an icy downpour whilst walking back to our hotel.. But if you ask me, he is the one who needs help ... have your read his stories on this website? (Sorry dad, just kidding!)So a few weeks back, we got out of school early at noontime. Since it is just him and me at home now, I decided to surprise him and got a cab to the clinic. We had a really nice lunch together. I mean who cannot love eating at a buffet place ... right? Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to take a cab home, or I could hang around his office while he saw his afternoon. She hadn’t been this turned on in years. “Yes, ma’am.” She locked her mouth around her left nipple, suckling and licking like a woman possessed. Becky stopped her after a few moments. “Clothes off, whore. Now. All of them.” Tanya was practically panting at being bossed like this. She unbuttoned her pants, letting them drop around her ankles. “Really, pink? What kind of immature slut are you? You don’t get to keep those. Give them to me.” She shimmied her panties down her legs, tossing them to.