Please, Sir, PLEASE. I want your... Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out as she felt his cock plunge into her, stretching her wide, and his hips slam against h...er reddened ass. Her moan mixed with his as her pussy accepted him. Just as she felt accustomed to it, he began to push into her, rubbing her raw, sore ass with his hips. "What do you have to say about your behavior tonight, dirty slut?" "I'm sorry, Sir." "Sorry for what, dirty slut?" "I'm sorry for my immature and disrespectful behavior, Sir.". ”“I know,” he replied. Then he added, “Your browser history tells me all about what you like and don’t like, including where you fantasize about being when you are jilling off in the middle of the night.”Marcella’s breath was now coming in almost gasps. Her body was bouncing on the leather table– or as it was in her mind, on the warm sand of the Carribean isle. “Please... please... please...” she started to plead.“Please what?” PLATO asked.“Please LET ME COME!” she screamed back.Fingers now. Mike has he'd called himself was bald, looking a bit like a young Captain Piccard on the Enterprise, even his features looked similar. And then Jason, the youngest of the three perhaps, still not yet thirty, was blonde, as muscular and as well built as I was, which I realized when I eventually saw him nude.After they had all sat down to enjoy their drinks, May then proceeded to explain to them her "conditions", serious about it, and letting them know as she did so, that nothing else would be. She went to bed wearing everything else.And so a new chapter started in Charles' life. He became Charlotte atany opportunity that presented itself. Charlotte practised her makeupskills; worked hard at dressing as feminine as possible, walking like alady and talking like a lady.She tried on her mother's dresses, skirts and blouses, and accessorisedwith jewellery and clip-on earrings.Charlotte was indistinguishable from any of the girls living nearby andprettier than most of them. Her small.