Then the strokes moved to the tender flash at the back of his thighs. Each one raising a howl of pain, as the whores head jerked back away from my boo...s. And finally to his feet. Bastinado punishment was to inflict the maximum pain and to stop a slave running away. But despite the blistering pain we didn’t want to go anywhere. Eventually his Master stopped, breathing heavily, and throwing the flogger down on the floor by his well beaten slave. “Thank you for giving me what I deserved Master”. After awhile, Amelia had gotten used to the feeling of the metal that was beginning the process of loosening her asshole and now, if she were honest, it was beginning to feel good. "I hope daddy likes it", she said, then heard a car pull up in the driveway. She rushed to the window and saw that it was her daddy's car, her mind racing with anticipation and excitement. She hurriedly rushed downstairs, seeing her mother standing in the kitchen. Ellen smiled at her daughter and nodded, hoping that. Stay right there and don’t move”.She heard Him rummaging around behind her and squeezed the toy buried in her ass again in anticipation “And stop fucking with that pump, you’re going to overdo it”. She heard the telltale bubble and the pungent smell and grinned. He moved around in front of her and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her to Him. He moved His lips to hers and she gently parted them and inhaled as he exhaled the pungent smoke from the bong into her lungs. He kissed her hard and. Glad of this pleasant diversion, I return the kiss just as urgently, trying to stifle the desperate feeling of wantonness that You’ve started in me. After a while You break the kiss, and at the same time, withdraw Your finger from between my thighs. “I was right,” You say, “You’re a horny slut with a wet pussy.” You hold Your hand out to me and obediently I take Your finger into my mouth to clean it. As usual, I don’t miss a drop. You brush a strand of hair out of my eyes and.