”“Anyway, a hardcore masochist would have loved being slapped like that.”“Oh.”“When I spank you or whip you, I try to be careful to keep i... a zone where the sensation is more of a growing intensity of submission and stimulation, rather than just outright pain.”“What about Monday afternoon? With Serena and me? That was… kind of on the edge.”“Yeah. I don’t do that often. It was more about submission, reminding you that I’m your Master. But even then, I was watching your responses carefully,. Cum dribbled down my chin and onto to my still bra-coveredtits. For a moment, my ass was empty, and I assumed it was time forthem to switch holes. I was dragged to my feet, and I took theopportunity to lean forward, reach behind my back, and sexily remove mybra. I also unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then Ibent over at the waist, letting everyone know, I was ready for more.My hands were placed on two firm thighs, and an enormous cock wasjammed into my mouth. Just as I began to. "You want these?" Yes," I said."Why?" she asked lightly."I, um I need to cover myself." Why?" she asked, "we're all girls here." Everybody giggled but me."I'm not a girl." You are dressed like a girl," she said simply."Look, I'm a boy. My name is Carl and Lynette is my sister." But everybody here calls you Carla," she said as I lunged for them and missed falling to my knees before her. "What are these?" she asked holding the panties in front of her."Panties," I said."What color?" Pink," I said. ‘It’s make up sex, you weirdo, and you’re going to have to wait until dinner’s done.’ I turned the oven light on and bent down to see how it was baking. He ran a hand up my backside, tenderly palming a cheek. ‘Man, I missed your fine behind…wait a minute.’ He lifted my dress up to my waist. ‘Wait just a goddamn minute.’ He made me straighten and raise my arms so he could remove the dress completely. ‘You…fuck. Do you know how fuckin’ beautiful you are?’ He ran his hand along the pattern of the.