It was thick and round and hairy. Mitch loved the hair! He said it was soft, and he loved the way it felt against his body. Espeically on his big ball...s when he was buried in me! I was also quickly learning the joys of having my butt pleased. I had trained some, and Mitch was still training me, but I was a quick subject. Mitch was bigger than me. Tall with the build of a swimmer and tennis player. He was very well built, and in proportion, and he could really use that big dick! His hair was. She heard the man was talking to Miguel in Spanish and a minute later she felt a sharp smack on her pale posterior. When she looked back at Miguel he had a crooked grin.“Lift your leg puta” he ordered and once she managed to raise one off the hard floor Miguel yanked the yoga pants down and past her sneaker. They repeated the process with the other leg leaving her in just her sneakers.“My amigo wants you to ride his cock puta, with your fiery pussy. So get goin’, okay.”Kristina quickly complied. " And, let us say, something new gets thought. How do you cope?" You jest, I see. Our teachers are most learned. Each year, one of our teachers travels, meeting with Druids in other kingdoms." I believe I have met a couple of them. Mostly they argue their side and lack any sympathy for contrary opinion. And they manage to enrich your coffers with more students. That is their purpose isn't it? But never mind. Do you have visiting Druids such as me as guest teachers?" We have new teachers. Just say ‘blue’ and we’ll stop right there. I want this to be fun for both of us.” “Yes, mistress,” I said without hesitation. It seemed the right way to address this delightfully stern woman. “Excellent,” she grinned, looking very pleased with my choice of words. “So I was right about you then. God, your need to be dominated was calling out to me, you little slut.” The sultry, dangerous edge to her voice was back and I felt myself slipping deeper into my submission. I felt safe in her presence.