He said he had to put in a metal plate shaped like the number seven with screws so the bone would mend correctly. The surgery went fine and after a fe...w days I was released. For once in my life I was grateful for having a large family and we were all close. Since I could not walk on my broken leg I was for the first time in my adult life in a bind. I didn’t have a girlfriend or wife to help take care of me so my family stepped in. My cousins would come over and help me with preparing food. My. Liz was no longer the mere unwilling object of the act of discipline, but instead an active participant.Anna's first few blows exhibited but a fraction of the strength that the more senior hetaerae showed when they issued chastisement. Liz barely flinched. "Harder," she said. "You have to do it harder. Please start the count again!" Anna held the belt at one end with both hands, and tried again, with all her strength this time, and was gratified to see the red marks now appear on her sister's. .................................We broke up not to long after that and then I knew I was hooked on this. A couple of years went byand I wanted to dress so bad but could not find a women that understood this. Finally, I beganacquiring lingerie, stockings, mini's, heels, a wig and so on. I found a look that I liked and worked onit. I shave my cock, balls, ass and sometimes my legs (winter time). When I begin to dress somethinghappens to me that is hard to explain. I begin to feel feminine and. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked as he parted her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock, wet with her saliva, up and down her exposed slit. “Yes.” she moaned, started by her own raging hunger. “Say it.” he said grabbing her arms and holding them at her sides. “Fuck me.” Laila said, and as soon as the words left her lips, he rammed his hard cock deep into her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat, as he began pounding her relentlessly. Being blindfolded, Laila’s senses were heightened. Every.
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