She spread her legs for him and arched her back, clearly craving so much more.He put his hand in the glass full of ice cubes so his fingers were cold.... Tossing the feather aside, he stroked her clit with his cold fingers. As she shuddered and moaned, he lifted her hip so that her body was slightly twisted and he could slap her ass. He grabbed his paddle this time and used that on her already red butt cheek. He slapped pretty hard with the paddle and she gasped—for a moment he thought she’d ask. Tantalizingly slowly, I ran my finger along her lips.Her thighs quivered.I entered my finger in her wet,oozing pussy.“No,I was a late bloomer.I resigned myself to a life of titless existence, then suddenly they sprouted.Of course,they were helped by regular exercise from my cousins, uncles,friends.When no one was around I squeezed myself.Don’t divert the topic.You had hots for Mohan” Suma accused.Sudha ‘s pussy became wetter when she heard her childhood crush’s name.She blushed.“How do you. I sucked the side of his neck and reached into his lapMy hand closed around his buttered dick, and his rocking movements slid it forward and back in my grasp."Damn," I murmured. "This feels good, too. I'm getting close again." I didn't want to stop him, but I didn't want to come yet. "Wait," I said, grabbing his hips to slow him down. "You try sitting in the chair and let me ride you now."Tyler stopped and leaned back, turning his face sidewise for a kiss. I hugged him back to me and as we. Melissa understood. "I deserve to be whipped and crucified" said Melissa through her tears. "What do you want?" asked Father O'Neil. "I want to be crucified. I want to be punished, severely" answered Melissa. Both priests looked at each other, and then Father O'Neil said to the other, "So be it".They brought Melissa to the empty Church, and Melissa instantly saw the wooden crucifix that normally hung above the alter, was lying on the floor in the aisleway. "Remove your clothes" said Father.