"You're my little English sissy now, boy," he teased. "Yes, Daddy, I am," pleaded Peter. No longer being made to fuck the cock, he was grinding himsel... against it, riding it. Nothing sexual had ever felt as good as this. His body was alive to every sensation; each movement within made his desire for more rise.Jack had hoped he had been right in his intuition about the lad, but this was better than he hoped. The lad was ripe for the plucking and he was plucking him hard. Grabbing Peter's hard. He takes another hit with poppers but this time does not offer me one. After about 5 minutes he says for me to lay across the couch and I climb up and lay across his legs with my face down and my arse facing up with the thong strings disappearing between my cheeks. "You are needing a spanking" says my Master and he spanks my left cheek firmly but after each spank he gently runs his fingers over the spanked cheek making it tingle. He spanks firmly and proceeds to spank each cheek sometimes. Jugnu collapsed beside her,hugging Daya’s, hot sweaty body against his own.“That was wonderful, Ma!”, he gasped, “How about foryou?”His mother snuggled against him, wrapping her tremblingfingers around his dwindling cock. It was still aformidable size, coated liberally with their mingledjuices.“Ohhh!…Jugnu!…Jugnu!”, panted Daya, “It wasfantastic, darling! I am in heaven, Jugnu! Was I betterthan your wife?”, she asked eagerly.. Damien felt like he was under a spell. ‘Hello,’ he said in a whisper and made her shiver. ‘I am Damien’ He lifted his right hand, burning to cup her face and bring her lips to his. He touched her arm trying to bring her closer to his body. Leigh couldn’t move, but she wanted to. She closed her eyes and felt him move closer to her. She felt his fingers lightly touching her cheek, and she opened her eyes and saw the desire in his. ‘What’s your name?’ Damien asked softly almost timidly. Leigh.