I tie your knees together tight enough to hold the Hitachi in place. I force your ankles up toward your ass tying them together and to your wrist putt...ng you in an effective hog tie. I slap your ass telling you to enjoy the trip home you worthless fucking whore.What you just got is just a small sample of what you are going to get all weekend you fucking no good for nothing slut.I am going to keep you tied up and cuming all weekend just like the fucking slave whore you are.By the time I finish,. Then my darling Daddy,who is actually my husband, says"Count the strokes. And don't forget to thank me after each one"Bad as the anticipation is, the reality is always worse. There is a swish,a thwack, and a line of fire across my bum!"Uhh - one. Thank you, Daddy."Swish! Thwack! "Uhh - two. Thank you, Daddy."Each session I am determined that I won't cry, but each time my bodybetrays me. By the sixth stroke I am sniffing.Wesley doesn't spare me, but swings the whippy rattan as hard as he can.But. They all wanted to dance with me and feel my boobs. I hope you are not angry, Jimmy."I was shocked to hear this, but it was so horny. She was quite something. I said, "Wow, Claire, did you just let them, and did any of them try to touch your pussy?"She started getting undressed and also started undoing my trousers. I could sense that she was getting tired of all my questions and wanted to be fucked. I still pressed her, "Well, did they?" Omar had put his hand in my panties earlier, but I don't. Lucky for him, each time they tried he managed to escape with only a few inches of his underpants’ elastic hem showing.He was even luckier that all those times he had been wearing his own boy underpants, not the panties he’d secretly bought at the Dollar Store and which he’d often slept in, stroked his cock in, and even shot his wad in after puberty.Not that he was unaffected by these taunts and disparaging slurs to his developing manhood. He wanted to be seen as ‘ a real boy’, even though he.