I want you know how a real man feels." as he led my hand to it. I felt it, it was hard, but soft; rough, but smooth; manly, but delicate. I LOVED HOW ...T FELT, how warm it was. "You can stroke it. Have you played with yours?" he asked and I nodded, "Then do the same with mine", I obeyed. I remember feeling so powerful, like I was handling this delicate piece of his manhood, I felt privileged. He started to moan lightly, my stroking was making it feel harder, which made me feel excited. "Your. I wasn’t sure I could take it, but I knew this was the final real test and I hung grimly to the chest of drawers as she alternated blows between my buttocks. It was agonising, not erotic at all, and soon I was crying freely, tears running down my face. I had never been punished like this and it humbled me further. When she finally stopped, she helped me across to the bed and let me lie down to recover a little. As I continued to sob, she even loosened and then removed the tie I had been. She continued thinking of what her son might be doing in his room while she masturbated herself thinking of him."Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person."Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.She stifled her moan as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got. . Qu'endis-tu?"Il lui aurait presque saut? au cou. "Oh oui, j'aimerai bien." Tu verras, on rencontre des gens tr?s int?ressants. Pour cette visite,nous irons voir une dame qui veut vendre une tr?s jolie maison, ?a va teplaire."Comment pourrait-il jamais la remercier pour tout ce qu'elle faisait pourlui?"Il faudra que tu sois aussi beau qu'aujourd'hui, ces v?tements te vonttr?s bien."*****Tous les soirs ? l'appartement, Chris avait de nouvelles choses ? d?crire,de nouvelles histoires ? raconter..