The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. N...ow that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my penis. And today was going to be the day that I'd finally meet my fantasy girl. With the 7,000 clothespins up on the lines the wind was howling. Now I just. “Fill her up big boy.” I joked and before I’d even thought of how exposed I was standing in the open part of the toilets I was being entered.His cock was a good size, a big head that pulled at my sphincter and long enough to ensure I knew he was up me. I pressed both hands against the wall in front of me and pushed my hole against the hole as hard as I could to let him get up me as far as his throbbing cock could reach. I was fucking randy and careless and was soon urging him on louder than I. But then she took on a more serious tone. “Dillon,” she announced proudly, “This is Suzy. If you approve, she’s going to be our new personal assistant. And as you can see, she already has some theories on how to help us with Spencer’s discipline issues.” I was desperate to make a good first impression on Dillon. I meant to compliment him on what a charming wife he had, and to gush about his fabulous home. Perhaps even say something witty. But alas, all I could manage was a series of. - Tu vois que tu danses bien ! se moqua le loup.Les coups commenc?rent ? d?chirer la peau de la prisonni?re , laissant de longues traces sanglantes sur son dos, ses seins, son ventre, ses fesses et ses cuisses. La pauvrette voyait sa peau c?der de plus en plus sous les coups et son sang commen?aient ? marquer le sol.- Alors mon enfant ! O? est parti ton maitre ?- Par derri?re par la cour monsieur ! je vous le jure !Le loup approcha de sa victime et vint se coller dans son dos. Le sang tachait.