"ARGH!" I yelped in pain."Did I say you could stop?!" She yelled at me, "Keep begging!"I continued to kiss her boot and beg for mercy, when every few ...seconds...*THWACK!* She'd whip me. No matter how much I yelped in agony from the sharp stinging pain everytime she hit me, she wouldn't let up, she kept me kissing her boot and begging her while she carried on whipping me, that lasted for about 10 minutes."Enough." She ordered, "Look up at your mistress."I looked up to her, my face expressing the. I lean forward a little and wrap my hand around her mouth to silence her. It feels so good inside her, it takes my breath away and I can’t help but let out a little quiet groan myself.I begin to gently work my way in and out of her tight snatch. It feels so good, I just want to pound her but I will need to pace myself, we must work up to that if we are to get any real pleasure out of this. I go all the way inside, right up to the hilt. With a huge gasp she opens her mouth even wider and the web. Rarely did I pull out my little cock since that was off limits to touch. I would usually tuck my cock beforehand, start with my hand in the panties, then pull the panties down to my knees and reveal what looked like a bald pussy and simulate masturbation. (Shaved bald years before it was popular.) My girlfriend at the time waxed and shaved hers and did mine too. I grew it back later in my 20’s but always kept it trimmed. I have, however, been waxed smooth and bald for the last few years. I. “I didn’t realize that,” Melinda said. She had never seen kids that age work so hard on something. It had been hard backbreaking work.“Excellence,” Shelly said looking thoughtful.“Excellence,” Melinda said thinking about the implications of an entire family dedicated to that concept.Shelly said, “They are so arrogant.”“That’s true,” Melinda said. She was beginning to realize that they had earned that arrogance.“I graduated high school at fifteen,” Shelly said.“Me too,” Melinda said.Shelly said,.