He stood up and walked her to the door, his long penis hanging between his legs. At the door, he slipped his arms around her waist, and she put her ar...s around his neck. He kissed her softly on the mouth, lips smacking. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, smiling. She smiled back. “It will be late, though.” She said. “It’ll probably be one or two in the morning.” His hands slipped down to her ass, gripping her soft cheeks over her thin skirt. “No problem.” He said, kissing her again. He. I was born a boy... my mom could never accept that and killed herself when I was still a baby so Daddy made sure I was brought up as a girl to honour my mother. I was always a rebel and did not want to accept that I am a girl but when I was fifteen I developed a crush on one of my male teachers, he was almost sixty. He taught me to worship his cock and made me suck him dry whenever it was possible. On my sixteenth birthday he decided that I was ready to be fucked, when he found out that I had a. They were dripping wet. I slapped her naked pussy hard. She screamed.I put her panties in her mouth as she screamed. I gagged her with those dirty panties. Then I pulled her by the hair and made her sit on the floor kneeling in front of me. She looked at me in anticipation. I grabbed the whip and asked her to get on all fours like a dog.She quickly did it. I put the whip on her ass and cracked it to get her moving. She moved around in the room. It was fun controlling her and making her do such. She hated fishing season. Hell, it had gotten to the point that she hated fish all together. Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up before what passed for dawn in Alaska, and out the door for hour after.