It left me blind and it reduced the noises I can hear. My mouth is left uncovered. I feel the tight leather training collar being secured around my ...eck.It is disorienting. I am just there, not being able to see him or hear him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the sting of a flogger on my legs and thighs. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. Tears falling down my face, but he can’t see them. I feel the callus on his. I felt sorry to have to slip it from Rubys still craving and sucking mouth. But God, my sensitive cockhead was being tickled to death by her probing slippery sliding tongue. Then completely spent and sexually satisfied, I picked my cutoffs up from the floor but didnt put them back on. Instead I choose to take a seat back on Aunt Megs leather couch. No sooner had I sat down than I watched Aunt Meg slip behind her still kneeling pretty boy son. Reaching down she began to tug down the back zipper. Hmm, I'm almost ready," she said and pulled the shiny, lubricated dildo from her pussy.I waited with baited breath for Dean to kneel between her legs and fill her with his hot, rigid flesh but, as his muscles tensed, Mum waved a finger at him, like a teacher admonishing an errant schoolboy. Then, bringing the dildo up from beneath her prone body, she lifted her hips and pressed the glistening bulbous dome against her tiny starfish."Oooh, Goddd," she whimpered as her sphincter granted entrance. Peter was a legend in Amsterdam and was considered an artist when it came to spanking young ladies. He looked at a woman’s bottom as a blank canvas ready for him to apply his paint in a pattern of ridges and hues of red, and he had a feeling this one would be his masterpiece. The colour and texture of her skin was like nothing he had seen before so soft and flawless, he told her to have patience but this young lady would test his patience more than ever. He observed how she was discreetly and.