...please" she whimpered the words, her need making her voice a earthy sound. His hands finally came to touch her sides, where her figure began to cur...e outward, steadying her as he chuckled."Very well little one." And with that his hands began their exploration of her skin. It was like he had no knowledge of anything about her, shaping each inch of her skin, touching everywhere, seeking out the places that made her wither against him in surprise reaction. His fingers came to her back, he. By late summer he had asked Sir Dunston for her hand in marriage, and the old gentleman, now moving into senility, agreed.The marriage was held at Dunston Hall, and although it was a large reception, the only relatives of the bride were her invalid grandfather and his slightly younger sister. Still, it was more than pleasant enough, and a laughing Katherine, Lady Dunrossiter found herself being bundled into her husband’s carriage for the ride back to Dunrossiter shortly before midnight. The. His cock had been circumcised, whilst I had not. So as I toyed with his prick I could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tiny slit and I smeared it over his exposed, satin feel, cock helmet. He was emitting a load of the clear, sticky substance and so his cock head had become slippery and smooth. As I did that, his hands were working on my cock and the leaking pre-cum from my own helmet slit. I felt him pull my foreskin back and rub the natural lubricant over my own, now smooth, purple. ”Mitch moves to my face, but I refuse to open my mouth to him. I feel the sharp sting of leather as it slaps across my bare ass.“I got all night, bitch. And I will keep whipping your ass until you open your mouth and do what you are told.”I hold out for maybe ten good hits, before my mouth opens to gasp for air. As soon as I do, my son shoves his cock into my mouth. The whipping doesn’t stop, but the intensity does lighten a bit. “That’s it slut. Like your boy’s cock clean.”I try to do it as.