That little girl had been a brat before we became incestuous lovers. I’d learned how to wrestle thanks to her. She was the type of girl not afraid t... roughhouse. In fact, that was how our first love-making started.Ms. Petrov and I hit the floor together. The bullwhip spilled from her hands as she gasped. She struggled, Mom groaning through her ring gag. Exhilaration shot through me as my round boobs pressed into the woman’s leather corset.“You ... little ... bitch!” panted Ms. Petrov as she. A key I replied.That’s right she said. My boyfriend and you have something in common. Both of you are locked in chastity. I began to turn red. Where you belong she said. I bowed my head in shame. I was caught. And by a total stranger. Then I felt her hand on my crotch. She grabbed hold of my caged manhood and said, see what I mean. Just like my boyfriend. You can’t keep your hands to yourself. Your wife has to lock you up. How disgusting that us Women, have to hang around with such pigs like. “Please Sir don’t hit my pussy again.” She practically begs.“I wont, you took your punishment like a champion and now you get a reward.” I tell her.I watch her shiver in anticipation as I drop the cane back into one of the carrier bags then step closer to her and run my hands up her thighs and over her ass. I take hold of her hips and pull her a little closer to me making her gasp as it puts strain on her arms which are still tied to the headboard. Without hesitation I move forward and press my. She was smaller than Trudy in every way. "I don't want my back washed, but I'll wash your front, I said and watched her smile.Like I said, Joyce was a small girl. "You have nice breasts," I said, beginning to rub the bar of soap on them. She watched me for a few seconds, and then her eyes drifted down to my cock."You have a nice cock," she said."Do you think it will fit in here?" I asked, reaching down to put the tip of my middle finger in her pussy.She moved a step forward, and reached up to.