It is not long before the marks appear, the purple markings, the red where they are bleeding under the skin, the little red dots, you whip my tits and... whip them. I start to cry, and i look at you pleadingly to stop,but you won't you are not quite satisfied that you have whipped me and marked me enough. You then stop and admire your work, running your hand over my tits, you then run your fingers over my cheeks to catch the tears."you are being a very good girl, it is nearly finished and if you. I could feel my heart beating and the smile on his lips as he waited for my response made me want to kiss him, but knew if I did, I'd be into temptations that would ultimately make me one of his conquests. I have to be daring, bold, smart. “ I have my ways to convince you.” I tilted my head and smiled into his eyes. “You do? Tell me. Why should I let you stay in my apartment and write your stories here?” “Why don't we go into your bedroom and you'll find out?” He chuckled and nodded.. A couple of hits were all it took on the pot pipe and we were flying.I commented to her that I’d been watching her ass move all evening and that it made me hard. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of tights, which was the style back in the mid to late 90s, and the name was fitting. She turned around, wiggled her ass at me and asked if I was hard now.I stepped over to her, bent her over the hood of her car and ground my crotch into her ass, saying “Does this answer your question?” the. Kelly climbed onto my cock and told me everything about Tom on Tuesday and Mr. Johnson tonight. I rolled her onto her back and slammed her cunt to finish her off, leaving her with my sticky mess. I could not wait for Friday!Kelly took a half-day of vacation on Friday to get a pedicure and manicure but first, she made a stop at home and masturbated. She knew she couldn’t get through the day until she rubbed one out. She showered and shaved to the greatest of detail. She squatted over a large.