Unless you class meting out punishments to people as work.”“Ha ha ha. I don’t. I class that as having fun.”“Quite. That is why I am making y...u head of discipline. Because I know you will enjoy it.”“I definitely will!”“See? Having fun and looking gorgeous, no change whatsoever to your priorities. Just even more fun.”“Ok, thank you. I am delighted to accept!”“My pleasure, honey.”“So I’m gonna be dishing out punishments then.”“You are, baby. So, sure, if someone displeases you and you want them. Each stroke going further and encasing the head more, teasing it, tempting it almost as though it was an independent entity. I feel it pulse against me, feel it rubbing along my open slit and over my clit. And as I slide further over the head, I rotate forward and down bringing the front of my slit and clit into harder contact and raising the back part of my slit. As if it knows, feels that my hole is right there, open and available with each stroke, I feel it pulse and strain, pushing upward. Es war ein warmer Sommerabend gegen Mitternacht, ich kam von einer längeren Playstation Session bei einem Freund zurück, als ich vor unserem Haus im Halbdunkel eine gebückte Gestalt sah, die sich an einem an die Wand gelehnten Fahrrad zu schaffen machte. Im ersten Momente dachte ich, dass jemand versuchen wollte, das Fahrrad zu stehlen und schlich mich vorsichtig und leise von hinten an die Person heran. Als ich näher kam, erkannte ich in dem schummerig-gelblichen Licht einer einsamen. I'm doing whatever I feel like, remember?" I remembered. I turned back to face the wall just as Mike slid his thumbs out of my ass. I let out an inner sigh of relief, but my torture wasn't over yet, in fact, it was just beginning. Mike bent over to gently kiss the back of my neck, and as he did so, he slid the first two fingers of his right hand deep into me. I cried out. This time, it hurt. He quickly tilted his fingers, collecting hot shower water in the palm of his hand and letting it funnel.