I desperately wish that I could be the first man of the day to buy an eight hour ticket to spend the entire day in your warm embrace with my penis ins...erted into your hot, tight vagina ... No! Wait!... , I'd rather be the second or third man of the day so I could perform cunnilingus on your hot, tight vagina with my mouth and tongue to suck out and eat what I envision to be the delicious cocktail composed of the mixture of your sweet vagina juice mixed with the tart flavor of your first one or. Miss Priscilla thrived on the pain of boys. So he might as well scream his head off. And he did. Cut after cut followed, each delivered with precision. The boys buttocks were soon a mass of livid stripes.And then it happened - a particularly vicious stroke landed square across his balls. He squealed like a pig, and Miss Priscilla gave a little grin. "I'm sorry" she said, but I think that from an expert like Miss Priscilla the cut was well intended.From this point on the boy was struggling,. She smiled and excused herself as she went to the ladies room. That time I waited for her was the longest five minutes of my life. I knew I was about to finally have the woman I've desired for so long. The anticipation was agonizing. When she came out, I was expecting for her to want to leave but instead she wanted to have another drink. I said sure, why not. She was even more giddy than before. We ended up closing the place. We got home pretty late and when we walked in the house we were still. “Have we come the right way?” she asks. “Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!” I say as we turn the corner and head across the park. “Oh, Humph! That is nothing honey, ha! No-one can see that,” she says giggling. “Well, maybe it just feels more than it looks. I have a panty crotch full of cum here, which feels fucking horny I must say - cold, but horny!” I exclaim. “Oh dear, you really feeling the cold, Humphry!?.