Let me cum.Tom: I need to make sure you will always be my good little boy.Tristan: Oh, yes, daddy.Tom: I will have to make your little ass sting! Are...you ready?Tristan: Oh, no. Oh, YES! Yes, daddy. Anything! Tristan’s little body shook with the knowledge of what was coming.I picked up the leather punishment strap by the handle and slid my cock back inside him. Thrust/crack (daddy!), thrush/crack (oh, daddy), thrust/crack (make me cum), THRUST/CRACK, THRUST/CRACK, THRUST/CRACK, Tristan was. I opened the closet and grabbed the white bottle of conditioner and placed it in the dainty hand. Doing so, I noticed I was seeing the back of her hand, which meant she was still facing the front of the shower, away from me. I was starting to get good at this James Bond stuff I mused."Thanks," she said pulling the bottle in with her. If I was going to do it, it had to be now, before she had time to turn around. So gently I grabbed the back and of the shower curtain getting my face very near it.. And not just the men!" I joked. "Come on, Andrea. What makes you think I'd enjoy it so much? I'd much prefer to go clubbing with Jane here..." ... And Jacquie!" said Jane loyally, even though her sister wasn't in the room."Why don't you all come to see Crystal Passion?" Andrea continued. "I'm sure you'd love it. It's not just folk and singer-songwriter stuff she does. I heard she's into a whole load of the dance stuff that you like." Like what?" I wondered sceptically."Well, like House Music. Luckily there were so many people all around us that no one noticed him touching me. With the next jolt of the bus one hand reached up and touched my sex, which was practically dripping with my juices, while the other hand rested on my leg to steady me. Thank God for underwear! Otherwise I would have been dripping down my leg at this point. I was startled at the fact that he did not remove his hand this time, but began to massage my clit through my panties. I know that my face must have been.