You know me, your ‘little sprout,’ as you called me since we met in college, big brother. I have worked hard to keep too much mass off this 5’1 ...frame of mine, except, of course, on the top of my chest. Rememebr how you always used to call me the ‘blond Tootsie Roll pop’ that because I was round at the top and built like a stick below? Well, Joe was able to lift me and hold on tightly. The daring young woman on the flying trapeze did not feel as great as I did as we made love with him holding. "Mmmmm," She audibly moaned."You like that?" I replied."Yes, Master," she said under her breath.I started swaying us back and forth, our bodies in constant touch and I was getting rock solid in my pants as you can imagine! I pulled away and with a thrust pushed her forward as I started to dry hump her ass while holding her waist. I pounded her ass for two minutes, enjoying the sights and sounds she made making. I stopped and rested my now solid cock straining to be free of its constraints in my. . and all male. We opened fire with our own weapons and rushed at the would-be executioners, even though we were nude ourselves. We didn’t have time to put on any clothes at all.The shooters fired back, and that was when Lavelle appeared and smote them dead on the spot. All of them. He was in full angelic warrior garb, too, so it was unmistakable who and what he was, including to the six men who hadn’t been lynched yet. They had all soiled themselves in terror, so Becca and Tara took charge of. The leather tickles across my ass, between both cheeks and then she gives her wrist a little flick. The leather straps slap against my cunt, wrapping up over my mound. I jump, but I make no noise this time. I feel the electirc shock of the straps hitting my clit. Mistress Chelsea does it again.I can’t see her so I don’t I don’t realize she has changed the angle until I feel the sharp sting across my ass. The leather straps bite into me, and this time I cry out. The cry is louder than I.