?I go by Sugar, but my real name is Araminta, Minty for short, and you can see me anytime? She was thrilled. I’d used my tongue to clean her anus as...well as her vagina, and her outer ass, her feet and her armpits?she was very impressed!I remember that Sugar/Araminta had felt some intense compassion for my poor wee-wee, which had dangled and then bounced around, stretching unhappily against the piercing, as it had grown excited as the sperm had surged within. But I assured the girl this would. Spence just stroked, grunting at the bottom of each thrust, giving an extra bump before backing out. Joan leaned up higher and locked her elbows. The noises of the wind and bird calls competed with the noises of their coupling. Their volume rose as their heat built. Spence was panting, getting closer to his summit on the summit. Joan was breathing deeper. She sensed Spence’s impending eruption and twisted her head back, imploring his kiss. He leaned in and their lips locked. He gave a muffled. "I shall enjoy this, Mistress," Hameez spat out, "I have been humiliated and used by you for long enough. Ten strokes the Master said, but I may lose count." I will get you for this, you and my dog of a half-brother, if it is the last thing I do." Bold words, especially from a disgraced woman, but will you be alive in an hour's time?" replied Hameez.Hissss ... CRAACKK!The first stroke was across her shoulders and the pain was beyond anything Elaheh had ever imagined in her worst nightmares. She. But it gives you a peek into my formative years. I was a super nerd in high school. Back in the day, you could actually play with the chemicals in Chem Lab and have access to all those 1940’s science books in the library.I was not a jock or a greaser or a motorhead but I was allowed to hang around the edges of the cliques. I didn’t have a real job in high School, but I had a pony car that could make the drive to Montreal and back overnight and I knew not to ask questions about what was put in.