She is stronger than me, and I think I want it to happen at least a little. The only thing between her and my pussy is the white cotton thong, drippi...g with my juice and sweat. Rolling me over onto my belly, ass up. She grabs me by my thong and pulls. “OooWooo” I exclaim. “Quiet slut” she emphasizes the remark with a swat on my ass. An unrelenting series of strikes continues as she pulls my thong up with one hand and strikes my butt with the other. Dropping my like a doll, she turns around. It seemed he always cued up the anal scenes, and whenever one came on, he would watch intently. Later when we would make love, he would tickle my ass with his finger. He never put it in, but his teasing of my tight backdoor, always drove me to the very edge of orgasm.One day while he was eating my pussy, and I was lost in the pleasures his mouth was creating, he began to rub his finger on my anus again. It felt good and I was out of my mind with lust. "Stick it in." I hissed.I couldn't believe. "It's perfect weather for killing hogs," I said, announcing it as I made my way to the table."What you mean?" Chalta asked, as I sat down and waited for my two cuties to be delivered."There's frost outside and I remember at my old home the first frosty morning was the perfect time to kill hogs." Why?" she asked."I don't know why. I know there was some reason for it, but I don't know what the reason was. It does feel right to me though. Today will be the day."After the kids were full I put them. ?Place your feet on the marks,? he said, still smiling. She could hear the anticipation in his voice. She looked down and saw the outlines of feet drawn on the scale, about 20 centimeters apart. She forced herself to spread her feet and step on the indicated spaces. ?Hands at your sides,? he said. His voice was commanding, almost annoyed. She looked desperately around for someone to tell her that wasn?t necessary, but looking at the Headmaster it was clear that obedience was expected. She.