He wasn’t sure if it was the light or his compromised state of mind, but he had to think of something he was weakening and his cock was aching as it...strained sticking straight up in the air in front of him. ‘Lovely’, he said putting on an air of a master as he stepped back admire her again. ‘Elizabeth,’ he called. ‘What do you think? Is she a good candidate for an agent?’ Elizabeth answered. ‘She is magnificent, I can’t wait my turn to taste her charms.’ ‘Perfect,’ John said, ‘Prepare her for. ”“Probably lucky for her, she’d have ended up doing all the house work.”“As I said, we lived close by. Mother, Theresa and I used to go round to do it. The men apparently couldn’t find the on switch to a washing machine. They made some of their own meals. Which actually means that had fish and chips from the chippy, or pie and chips, or sausage and chips. You get the idea. Well, Theresa and I shared a room. We liked that. We shared some of our clothes too. Underclothes I mean. I shared hers, I. Mixing the cream and berries together in our mouths.She then scooped up some berries and pushed them into her pussy, then smeared cream around her pussy, inside and along her inner thighs. She leaned back looked at me and smiled. Do you want to enjoy my Treat? She asked. I didn’t hesitate; I pushed her onto her back and began to enjoy her “Treat”. My tongue probed her tunnel for the berries and then I used my fingers to plunge in deeper to get to what my tongue couldn’t reach. As I licked up. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most.