Her legs were gorgeous in the sheer black stockings she had on. Her white thighs contrasting beautifully with them. Her naked thighs were goosebumped ...ither with cold or excitement.They both knelt down admiring the sight. Her face was crimson tears welled in her eyes.She crouched really uncomfortable both physically and emotionally. The men's hungry faces made her shudder."Are you going to piss through your pants? or would you like me to pull them out of the way?" Dave grinned at her. Her mouth moved but the pain was so strong no sound could emanate. She looked up bewildered at Mistress Alana. Alana commanded, " How will you know how hard to hit if you do not know how it feels. Now that cane should make them nearly pass out with pain. I want to hear the whoosh of air before it cracks their ass". Cuntlicker wanted no more of Alana's Whip. Nothing had felt that horrible from Mistress Samantha. She reared back with both hands on the cane like a baseball bat and brought it. ” “I know what you’re thinking,” Vee said. “King Dong.” It was what they called him behind his back. If he knew, he didn’t mind. “Yes. King Dong.” A memory had obviously sprung into her mind, too, for she allowed her hand to descend into my lap. Her fingers began to explore. I felt myself begin to respond. You should understand that this wasn’t usual behaviour for us. We are, after all, both in our sixties. Not that we’ve given up on sex, but it’s become a less passionate. His huge cock never left her pussy as he held it deep inside her. She road on top of him as she began to slam herself up and down on his huge rod. She cried out with every thrust she had made on his cock as his hands had groped her beautiful tits. She quickly began to cum again as she slammed herself all the way down on his big hard cock. Her moans echo throughout the room as she had now fallen for his big beautiful cock. He now wanted her from behind as he had her get on all fours. This is my.