Her ass had more than doubled in size, practically reaching cartoon proportions. It resembled an over-the-top parody of what a fantasy butt would look...like, emphasized even further by the way she walked, sticking out so abruptly below the small of her back that you could have used it to rest your drinks.John couldn't stop staring at its perfect heart-shaped form as she walked from the door of the restaurant to the maître d', who pointed her in his direction. She smiled as she saw him, and her. You are nearly bouncing on the table when suddenly she stops. You know you are seconds away from relief and continue to move to the silent urgency from your mind. The last thing you remember is the sudden gush from the probe still imbedded in your ass, then blackness overtakes you. This is your routine, every five days it is the same thing. You don't know how long you have been subjected to this treatment, and you realize that somehow they have been getting nutrients into your body since you. “That’s right, Pervert. I knew, as did all the girls, that you liked my Form Mistress and wanted to be spanked by her.” Claire Musgrave stopped tapping her cane against my already sore bottom.“She used to spank really hard. So funny as you would have never thought that she was capable of it really. I mean, such a petite, quiet and sweet little thing, but, by God could she lay her hairbrush across an arse.”“You should have just asked, or been rude to her, and I’m sure that she would have. Your father is in his office and could walk in here any second. We have to be smart."(Dylan)Like I give a damn. I'm pressed deep enough into her crack now so that I feel her cheeks hugging my erection as I move it up and down with her body rocking back and forth against the counter. I'm tempted to take both of our pants off.(Jessica)Having my son's big virgin dick creating friction between my ass cheeks feels wonderful. I start to imagine it happening without pants on, then remember our current.