Beg for it. Tell master how you want to be my little whore. She just kept panting and arching her back, trying so hard to get him. If you want it say ...it. Before she had time to even comprehend what she was doing the words had escaped her lips. Please let me be your whore. Let me feel your cock. He smiled at her words. Where do you want to feel it? Hmmm? Tell me exactly what you want master to do to you. He teased her, barely touching himself to her. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy. Please,. This had two big rooms, one for boys and one for girls.And then Mom explained that this was a sex camp, where people learned all about sex and wanking and fucking. She said that there would be lots of people playing with themselves, and that it was all right, and I could do it, too. Bruce liked that part! His dick started getting hard the minute he dropped his pants. Then he ran out the door, and I didn't see him for a while.By the time we were all naked, Dad's penis was getting big and hard,. “I love your bra and panties. Where did you get them?” Her face was so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat from her breath. A scorching fire was burning in my groin. It was a hunger that I have never felt before. “Um, I- uh- I got them from Victoria Secret,” I stammered. God, I couldn't think with her breath so hot on my skin and her mouth so close to my pussy. “Maybe we could go shopping tomorrow and get me a set like that,” she said. As she stood to toss my clothes into the. Three different lengths and thicknesses of flogger came next, hard swooping blows of the floggers rained over my ass and thighs, getting my skin warm and pink very quickly. I moaned enjoying these, I’ve always loved the flogger, the hard beating you feel from it while it doesn’t sting or nip leaving any lingering pain.We moved along next thing I was kneeling on a small leather futon, bent forward onto a wooden platform and my wrists secured down low and out wide at floor level to the wooden.