Most of the time, our punishment“sessions” as they referred to them, were on a Fridaynight after dinner.It was their opinion that if we wa...ited until aspecific time, they could take care of everything atonce. During dinner on those evenings, the three of uskids were always quiet. We knew what was coming next.We knew we were expected to go to our rooms, strip,put on a robe and return to the table. There, we wouldface our charges, then remove the robes one at a time,and be stretched. I'd never been on all fours before, and this was very different. After a minute or two of warming me back up, he began playing with my pussy. With a finger in addition to his tongue, he accelerated my arousal. My moaning became louder as he swirled his tongue inside me, his finger adding to the sensations.I felt his tongue leave me, his finger remaining, slowly working itself back and forth. It felt so tiny compared to you know what. Then without any warning, I felt his tongue go from my. “Hello Ian,” she spoke in sultry British accent. “Welcome home.” There she was… Zuli. She laid on his sofa as she welcomed him with her most warmest smile. The way her mahogany skin tone glowed from the outside light from the window. Best of all, she was naked, wearing only a white pair of crotchless panties that hooked to her matching pair of stockings. Her hair was long and dark; her appearance was a sensual radiant of desire. “Zuli.” He shook his head. Yet, he couldn’t help looking at her. I began to feel around and slowly learnt which places to rub. To cuta long story short, I made myself come – the first of many, manytimes. For the next six months or so I was hooked on masturbation. I'd spend a largeproportion of my free time doing it and probably averaged once a day, if notmore. Periods did not really slow me down, as I seemed to become hornier duringthat time of the month, which provided enough motivation to get over the wholeblood thing. It was during these six months that I.