That continued for at least another six minutes and I was there again. I thought I was going to cum but she took me out and ground her pussy harder. S...e drove her hips hard onto my face and jolted four or five times and I felt some wetness around my face and chin. She slapped her face with my cock and said, “Beautiful Mr Woods, absolutely beautiful.” Again I was left on the verge. She tormented me, she was torturing me! And I did not know why. She laid there and ever so slowly rubbed her. Baker. I noticed that Mr. Brown couldn't get his hand all the way around him and wondered momentarily if he would even fit inside me. I cut my thoughts off, wanting to be able to learn all I could. Mr. Brown looked away from me and up at Mr. Baker. Mr. Baker looked down at him and smiled. I saw Mr. Brown's tongue jut out and lick along the opening in the end of Mr. Baker's penis. Mr. Baker let out a moan and moved his far hand to the back of Mr. Brown's head, ensuring that I could still see the. ” So I pulled myself together as much as I could and tried to focus exclusively on writing. Her finger was almost driving me mad, and my handwriting got quite jittery. But it was still legible, and I managed to finish the other two entries without any major mishaps. 5. Failing to address my Mistress correctly again 6. Making a smear in the punishment book Letting out a relieved breath, I handed the book and pen back to Anne, who put it back into her purse. Then she ordered me to stand up. I had no idea my friends were so closed mindedly, uptight bitches. Even though I know differently when we attended the same college parties together before they married their rich lawyer husbands, they all act as if they’ve never had sex before and have never been fucked, really fucked hard before. Stupid, phony bitches that they are, I hate them. They make me wonder if they’ve ever had a cock in their mouths even though I know they have. Assuredly, being that they rejected me, certainly no.