My aching cock is still straining up. You see it, and smile. “I’m sorry, that was so cruel of me wasn’t it?” I don’t reply but my eyes are f...ll of need. “I really should make you cum, shouldn’t I?” “Please..” I say each word slowly and clearly. I’m almost crying, my voice loaded with frustration “Please… make… me… cum.” “OK,” you sing. “I know, I’ll give you one of my specials!” “What’s that?” Right now just your hand would be great – just my hand – Anything to relieve this need! “I bet you’ve. She fell to the floor writhing in pain, her last attempt of exercising any free will ended abruptly. After that little incident, we started placing the cattle in their milking stations. Each woman was placed in the metallic device, their head secured to a stock. Two steel poles came from the back side of the stock and secured the arms behind their back, the elbows bending 90 degrees. Another stock planted a few inches from the ground secured their feet at the ankles. A bar resting in front of. ‘I know it’s been hard for you boys, I promise you that no matter what I’ll always be here for you okay?’ The past two years had been a bit of a struggle financially for Michelle. Sure her sister and brother-in-law had had life insurance, but his family had fought tooth and nail for custody of the boys. She had been executor of their wills and had dug in her heels relentlessly. Marie and Paul had wanted her to have custody and that’s the way it stood. Sadly for Patrick and Andrew, Paul’s family. The young lady buried her head deeper in the cushion on the sofa as Hannah slapped her hard and slow and then rapidly for a minute where she tried to smack every part of the bottom lying defenceless in front of her.Eventually, Margaret Donnelly stopped spanking me and placed her warm right hand on my burning buttocks. She leaned across to the coffee table and picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush, which she ran across my naked back and down to my buttocks. Hannah Kaminsky stopped spanking.