“Begin! I want you to empty your balls for me; you shall have six strokes for each drop that misses the platter!” Anita encouraged me with her ca...ne as I took my cock in hand and began to strop; the sweetly scented gusset of my new owner’s panties giving off a heavenly spicy aroma as my cock went rock hard in my grip. I thought of the caning as the cameras flashed and the women provoked me with taunts and teasing strokes with their canes. I thought of what lay ahead with my mistress this. Een elegante vrouw in een kort zwart zomerjurkje kwam op ze af. Mark draaide haar naar zijn vrouw toe. “Ha Merel, mag ik je even aan Eva voorstellen, de zgn. ‘dochter des huizes’?” Mark legde zijn hand nonchalant op Eva’s onderrug en duwde haar lichtjes naar Merel toe. Eva gaf Merel een hand en stelde zichzelf voor. Ondertussen liet Mark zijn hand naar beneden gaan en liet hem rusten op haar billen. Eva voelde zich opeens vreemd en licht… het voelde wel.. ja, prettig! Wist Mark wel wat hij. His handwriting was so neat and precise it was like it was mechanically generated, as easy to read as a typewritten page. She took a deep breath and slid the two pages from the envelope:Dear Tracy,Thanks for your dogged persistence in sending the e-mail. I don't want to be the kind of person who carries a grudge forever. Today I guess the anger was softened enough to make me want to know what you had to say.It would be pointless to rehash my feelings about what happened but since then I've. All the women were all on all fours on the floor. The butches manoeuvred their ponies so that they faced each other. The ladies were not allowed to hit and scratch each other but the ponies, naked and usually heavy set and kneeling only inches from each other, attacked each other with nails, fists, and teeth. At the same time, they were sexually excited by the strapon which was rammed inside them by their lady. That day the pony fight between Louise and Marianne was watched by many women, most.