I feel your hand rest over mine and apply more pressure. Saying to use more force, to not let go. My free hand becomes greedy. Its appetite for your b...dy, ceaseless. Fingers roll along your nipples and squeeze. My hand is around your throat, not to choke, but to hold you steady during each deep thrust. My palm runs along your spine, up and down, nails dragging along that beautiful pale canvas. I've created an atlas you will conceal with clothes later on; a living map that tells of our secret. All she wore now was the little thong. They went directly to a tiled bathroom with a spa hissing and fuming with heat. The walls were all mirrored, and Tammy spun slowly, admiring her lush charms in the reflection. She felt the thong slip off, and hands caressing her. In the mirror, she could see both Steve and Madge disrobing quickly.They pulled her into the warm water, while Tammy admired Madge's body. She had short, thick hair styled like a boy's, around small features, with firm, fit. After a while, my fear subsided and I finally started to realize howexciting the whole situation is - I would definitely get turned onseeing someone else in this position, and would secretly wish it was me- and now it IS me! My imprisoned cock strained against its plasticprison, causing me to squirm in discomfort - huge bunny tail plugfilling my ass completely didn't help either. People continued to touch,group and taunt me, but now it was more and more exciting and pleasurefull.The lights. He was forced to view my naked body, stretched out on the bed.Mother handed him a horse whip, black braided leather as long as my arm. ?It is Saturday?, she said, ?four weeks since Linda caused her father's death, and it is time that she is punished for murdering my husband! You will administer the whip until I tell you to stop.??Surely, Mrs. Smythe, you cannot blame Linda for an accident,? he protested.?I can, and I am ordering you to whip her bare body, from her shoulders to the soles of.