She needed both hands but managed to force my cock back into my pants, and in her next motion zipped my jeans closed We could both clearly hear Johnny...walking back from the kitchen, as Lisa got back to her feet and I reached for a cushion from the sofa, hoping to hide the shape of my cock, as it pressed hard against the leg of my jeans. Lisa stood smiling, for the all the world a dutiful wife, who’d been chatting amiably about a sport she didn’t understand. Acting the good hostess, while her. Voices from nearby caused me to start, my boobs giving a nervous littlebounce as my horse legs shuffled."That was definitely not a shirt!" All big people clothes look the same up close!" It was the stains that were the most disturbing." Getting chased out of there with a broom was a close second."Two small shapes flitted out onto the road, dragonfly wings thrumming inthe cold air, as I squinted the tiny faces of Pixx and Paxx the spritesbecame visible, between them was hung a piece of cloth. My. My First was my strong right arm, I’d seen him loft two over the rail at once, with neither touching it. He was a head and a half taller than I, and nearly double my weight. The strongest of his characteristics was his loyalty, however: having realized him for the man he was, I offered him a Mate’s position rather than running him through in an early conquest. Earning 5% of all our profits, he’d made out well and now shares in the ownership of a winery in Spain. Black of hair and eye, the man. The next target that I came up with when I planned today’s activities are Anna’s feet. The soles of her feet, to be precise. I’m going to whip them with a crop for five minutes. When I present my plan to my sister, she readily agrees. I wonder if she would have agreed so quickly if she had realised that I didn’t say how hard or fast I was going to whip her feet. But no matter, she agreed, and that’s that. Oh, did I mention that I am going to whip her feet five minutes each?I position her next.