He had bought it with one particular use in mind, and referred to it as the "pussy tawse." She saw him with it and whimpered in anticipation. Deep in ...the recesses of her mind, she knew she could stop him with her safe word (it was "Mercy"), but she also knew that she felt guilty and needed his punishment to ease her guilt. At the same time, her pussy was still wet from her earlier efforts, and continued throbbing from the thought of his punishment. He sat on her right side and leaned towards. I find him repulsive. Loathsome. Physically, and even more so in all other senses. My hatred of Wormtongue — my desire to see him utterly destroyed — can only result in his exile or death; two fates for which I fervently hope. So how can I let him do such things to my body, whether he’s actually here or not? How can the memory of his wretched perversions bring me so much pleasure?The implications horrified her.Eventually, she calmed her tears, searching for some sort of cold rationality to. Dressed in spandex tight painted on white pants, and a loose fitting beige silk blouse, her face made up slightly heavier than conservative, and her hair up in a braided bun, the four inch heeled shoes she wore gave her that tarnished come-fuck-me look. Especially with the stranger’s big black hand cupping her ass when they entered our bedroom.“Okay, slut,” Stud directed, “strip!”Without hesitation Jill slipped out of her blouse first giving us a great view of her breasts in a quarter cup white. Her shape was perfect! Her legs were long and toned. Her hips had a perfect flare and her ass was perfectly, and I mean perfectly, symmetrical! She had a nice thigh gap that was one of the most exciting things he had ever seen. Danielle’s waist was thin and her stomach flat. Her tits were objects of beauty! Her bathing suit top clung to her like a second skin and he could discern her tits were undoubtedly firm and apparently gravity-defying! She moved effortlessly, like a cat.Al thought he had.