"Thiscan go so much easier for you if you just relax. Believe me, I've been there!Now open wide. She'll cane the both of us for any delays, you know."...I considered my choice: either the radiating anguish of the cane that I hadendured only about an hour earlier, or a revisiting of the terror of beingtotally out of control, now losing my voice as well as the use of my arms,legs and vision. Then I realized that there wasn't a choice. I could take thegag or I would take both. Reluctantly, I opened. ”She whimpered, but lay down on her stomach.“On all fours. Up.” She didn’t move. I cracked the whipon her sexy ass. She yelped. I repeated, “Up!” moreforcefully, and she stood up on all fours.I climbed back on the bed, behind her, and slowlyentered her. She moaned, but pouted at me over hershoulder. I threw back a glance that would have made mymother back off. I grabbed her hips, pulling them towardmy crotch, and she moaned loudly again. Slowly, I built up a. She places one on a tripod, pointing down. “This will provide a bird’s eye view of our fun.” She says. “And this,” she explains while holding up another, “will provide an eye level shot of all our intimate features.” The second camera is placed on a stand about knee height. The perfect position for catching their legs spread and their hands at work. Next she puts a digital camera on another tripod at a different angle. This one is set to continually take pictures at random intervals. Heather. Once I was fully inside her, I let my weight rest on her for a moment, so I could stroke her hair and kiss her. That also gave her pussy a chance to adjust to my cock. When I could hold on no longer, I raised myself up on my arms and began to thrust slowly in and out. I went as deep as I could on each stroke, and then pulled out almost completely, then back in again. Slowly and steadily. She moaned, and began to arch her hips up to meet my downward thrusts.I tried to continue that slow and.