Unlike her parents, her friends, and her teachers that would always let her slide for any mistakes she made, he would catch her slightest errors and w...ould punish her. However, she always knew what she was being punished for and she always recognizes that if she is receiving discipline, then it is because she truly deserves it.The first rule, and really the most important one, was to always tell him the truth, no matter whether it was about her actions, feelings, or her thoughts. She was doing. It was an alternate soft stroking of the flesh and caress of the nipples. He gauged her reaction to find what she liked best. ‘Don’t stop doing that for at least an hour.’ she murmured. James enjoyed it. The breasts felt good to the touch. He couldn’t understand why. It was just soft flesh. One should grow tired of it. Perhaps it was because it was all so new, or, maybe because it was a personal part of her that she had bared to him. For sure, if she didn’t take so much pleasure from his. My daughters pussy felt soft and warm, wet and inviting, I opened her up as I pushed his cock into her, saw nature at her best as those young lips welcomed him inside her, his cock disappearing as they engulfed him.They both groaned as he went deeper into her tight cavern, his hand had disentangled itself from her stringy thong, I held it to the side of her bum as she mounted him fully, the smell of their sex was sweet and sour, the noises coming from their copulating organs, made me wish for a. As her body met the ground again, she screamed, this time begging me to kill her quickly. I simply told her that wasn’t my intention.I’d spend enough time punishing her, and the sun was getting high over our heads. Soon, she would be roasting on the sand if she lay there: I had to move fast. She was again in a crawling position, almost up on her feet this time. I allowed her to get up, and run a few paces, before grabbing her. She struggled fiercely, perhaps thinking she’d have made it if I’d.