She soaked my ball sack after a few minutes and I told her to stop.As her head came up I asked the question.“Would you enjoy it if I let you suck my... cock?”“Oh yes Master I would love to do anything that gives you pleasure.”“In that case you may stand--remove your thong and kneel again and suck my cock. You may also use your hands to cup and roll my balls as you play with your clit.“Remember no cumming without permission.”Shannon squealed like I’d given her a Christmas gift. Her soaked thong. Raising the paddle once more he proceeded to spank Caroline’s bottom with a steady rhythm. Caroline squirmed and cried out as the paddle struck again and again. She could feel her bottom getting hotter and hotter, but deep within something else was starting to make itself known, something she had not expected. She was becoming aroused as the rhythm of the paddle and the heat and sting began to coalesce into a knot of pure pleasure. Her cries turned from pain to soft moans of need and she began. Aptly named because everyone imagines barons as gluttonous fatties and because of his red glowing hand. The rumours eventually became a folklore parents told their kids at night to make sure they behaved.“The Red Baron will sneak into naughty children’s rooms in the dead of night and gobble you up without a sound.” Or some other equally embellished fairy tale.After that whole incident, Fatty found his appetite equalling out a little, enough at least to not make a scene every time he went out. For the moment, she was entirely his.And then Erin turned back to Angus. As her lips and tongue resumed caressing, stroking, and lapping at his heavy, hanging balls, Angus said, “You like my balls?”Erin hummed and nodded, looking up at him.“You want what’s in them?”“Yes, Sir. I do. I’m hungry for it. I crave your sperm.” Although Erin had yet to grasp why she was so eager and hungry for it, she just knew she needed it.“Yes, that’s right, good girl,” Angus answered. “My sperm. For you.”Erin.