The first inkling of my presence that she had was my hands being placed softly right below her sweater line, then sliding up slowly under it, over her...stomach, heating up bit by bit, inching their way under her lacy black bra to cover her soft breasts.Her sharp intake of breath at feeling my semi-cold hands had turned into almost a gasp of exhilaration as I rested my hands on her breasts, not moving, just grasping them softly.I slowly began to trace the contours of her medium-sized button-like. His neck was firm and solid. His nip-ples were firm and evenly placed on his chest as part of his rippling abs. working down he had a white trail to his item of worship. As Marack was standing there mesmerized Eric turned onto his side facing Marack like a model would on a day lounger. Eric’s legs were firm and probably as thick around as his neck, tapering evenly to a size twelve foot. Each toe was in proportion and would have been as long as his fingers. The object of worship was at least 10. Her sobbing breaks as she starts in pain from the lashing I give her on her thigh."Enough of this. You are my Rapewhore. Do as I tell you and rape the Hole."Tracy blinks in surprise. "Wh-what?" I put the strap on onto you for a reason. Fuck the Hole." What? No, that's sick!"I grit my teeth and pull back my arm. I lash her side six quick times. Each lash makes her flesh jump in pain. Her tits bounce from the impact. Tracy turns her head away, trying to escape, but unable to move. Her skin. Back in the present he lost his load in his tiny silky panties. As he laid there feeling his cum begin to cool he thought about the invite to her house. He would be able to spend the whole day dressed up with her. Finally Saturday arrived. Lance showered and then donned his garter belt, nylons and panties under his jeans. He was feeling bold that morning and wore the bra with its foam inserts under his t-shirt and covered it with a windbreaker. He left a note saying he had gone riding and was.