Then I raised her leg and started sucking her ass. She enjoyed it so much. I then kept my dick on her ass.It was not entering, and she was feeling the... pain too. I asked her for some oil, and she pointed her hand towards the shelf where the oil was kept. It was a bottle of virgin olive oil.I took the bottle, opened it, and poured the oil in her pussy and ass. Then I inserted my finger in her ass and started fucking her ass with my finger and also kept pouring oil in it.Then I inserted two. At last, I was to be released!Her hands gently caressed me as I lay spread face down, roaming over my body. I moaned in pleasure, despite my discomforts.Her mouth came to my ear. "My slut," she said, "Remember that I owed you a punishment?" I shook my head, saying into the gag... No, no."Yes," she said. "You are going to receive twenty strokes. And there is nothing you can do to prevent this. Understand?"I heard the swish of the riding crop, as Mistress struck the bed beside me. I jumped. Oh. Caitlin went to two of the five games that week. Rode with wife of the barbecue host.A big nada. But that’s okay, nobody was expecting miracles. Maybe I’d have more luck next week. The Royals and I were going on the road.Emile had told me, “Look this season is shot. No way they make the playoffs. So take your time, get it right. Depending on what it is — if there is anything to find out — we have the whole offseason to figure it out.”I told Vanessa, “Clint has never even mentioned his penis.. " I was distraught, my rapidly building orgasm was stuck in transit, and I couldn't take it. "Make him do me please mum, make him do me." You have to understand my condition to appreciate my dilemma, it was actually hurting."Sorry darlings," she said. John however hadn't restarted, still instinctively in panic mode. I couldn't take it. "Mum, make him finish me, please, he's stopped." John's brain wasn't functioning and he tried to shush me. The bedroom door opened and mum's head popped in. I.