’ ‘Really,’ she replied with feigned misbelieve. ‘Okay Mister Rupert…’ ‘Eric. Please call me Eric,’ he said a little too nervously. �...Mister Rupert,’ with emphasis, ‘ why don’t you begin with the facts,’ the blonde suggested in an ever more agitated tone. ‘Tell us your name.’ ‘Uh…you know my name.’ The blonde threw a ‘why me’ look to the ceiling and said, ‘The camera, Mr. Rupert. Look at the camera and tell us your name,’ she moaned emphasizing the word us by scratching imaginary quotation marks. Then as she reached her climax and her pussy contracted around the dildo she broke wind blasting what remained of my sperm all over me.That night I brought Gavin home, Cathy was dressed in a tight fitting black maternity dress with black stockings and black panties that covered her nice arse very smoothly and because she did not have a black bra her large 36DD tits wear free under her dress, the nipples poking through the thin material showing how sexually aroused she was. I could tell Gavin. ”“…and it’s lovely! I…I didn’t know I could feel like this, but fuck it’s a turn-on!”“Okay, now stand up and bend over the log, legs spread wide, please.”She immediately sprang up and positioned herself with her arms on the log, legs spread wide, looking at me quizzically.I wasted a few moments just enjoying the sight of her pink, engorged pussy lips. I could easily fuck her, cum quickly, and enjoy it immensely, but I wanted to prolong the ecstasy.I licked my fingers again to moisten them, then. My behind – I can’t stand it!’ ‘That was only the beginning,’ said Astrid, ‘This afternoon, you will be whipped properly.’ ‘Oh no, please, no!’ she pleaded. I was sat beside her, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, up to her stocking-top, and to the soft flesh beyond. She looked at me. I let my hand stray further, until it came to rest on the outer lips of her pussy. ‘We’ve all been through this,’ I said softly, ‘Most of us several times.’ ‘B…but…how do you put up with it? What makes.