She slid down off of me, kneeling on the deck, and started tugging at my trunks, pulling them off. I lifted my hips and she pulled them down over my ...hard cock. As she went down on my cock, I could see Carla getting off of Ray, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his trunks.Carla turned around to watch, then she walked over and kneeled down beside Susan. Ray got up, pulling his trunks off, his cock now even bigger, his foreskin pulling back to reveal his cockhead. As Susan and. The pain went on building. The paddle left its fiery imprint on my bottom. I continued to watch Julie deliver the remaining strokes it was a sight to behold my Mistress in total control delivering stroke after stroke to my defenceless bottom. She looked beautiful, very scary but beautiful.Finally, the paddling was over. My bottom was very sore; the paddle had added a new layer of pain. However, watching Mistress had somehow made the experience more bearable.Julie ran her hand across my. Har Hi held a PDD, he wanted to write an eulogy, he was sure he had to give one during the memorial service after the inquest was over.He had not written more than Eric’s name. “He became the best friend I ever had. He was like a real brother to me; even though he was not Dai I am sure he would have been among the first warriors in my tribe.”Wetmouth said with a dry voice. “You should simply write that then. I just realized how little I knew about him. We all talked about our origins and where. During those nights, I would wait for her to sleep and I would try to stay awake until it was 1 to 2 in the morning. I would touch her ass or rub my finger along her ass crack to see if she would get up. Although I was bold for doing these types of thigs to my innocent aunt, if she woke up at any point, even a little, I would fall back asleep and call it a night. However, when she was in deep sleep this is when I would make big moves on her. I would slide down under the blankets (we slept under.