” she continued still deep in thought, “Mmm, I know sir but you might think it dirty” she said shyly and I had no idea what I would possibly thi...nk of as dirty.. “Well sir, I do like my bottom licked sir” she said softly and had a blank expression while she waited on a reaction, “Mmm really Trish? I said excited and watched her eyes light up, “Will you do it for me sir, I don’t mind you licking my bottom sir if you want to sir” she said excitedly so I told her to stand up and take off her skirt,. „Let’s have some fun“. We both undress each other and I start fondling Masha’s body with all tenderness that I have for her. Silently she moans. What we have not considered, is to close the door. Induced by some sounds from our bedroom the boys tiptoe to the door of our sleeping room after a couple of minutes. We don’t realize them and continue our love play. Both of us caress the body of each other from neck to feet. Suddenly, I am playing with Masha’s breasts, she whispers in my ears: „We are. " No, no, I don't hate you," Gillian lied. "It's just that -- aagghhh! Help!"She twisted desperately, her ass on fire, just in time to see the thin rod in Dean's hand."No, please! For the love of God, no!" she begged."Tell me how much you hate me," Rose purred, "and don't let that handle fall out of my cunt, bitch, or you'll really get it if you do." No, no, I don't -- aaaghhh! Help no, please, no! Please, don't whip me, please!" Gillian struggled and wept, her ass on fire; three thin lines of. In those days, I wore running shoes (‘trainers’) with jeans, a tee shirt and a bomber jacket. I was pretty fit, muscular (I went to the gym four nights a week) and standing at six foot tall, I would venture that I was presented as, all in all, quite a good looking guy!I was waiting on the underground platform at a central London station, taking a typical autumn journey home from the centre of London to the outer suburbs, a journey of twenty odd stops which took about an hour. When the train.