”“Ooh,” whined Robin. “It’s so big!”“You gon’ get used to it. Relax, boy!”“Yes, sir!”“Dere you go. It goin’ in nice an’ sl...ow!”Caesar moved his hips with caution. He felt the boipussy giving way. He sped up his rhythm.“Oh, papa,” cried Robin.“Do you like it,” checked Caesar.“Yes, papa! It feels good!”“Yeah! It do feel good. Dis my li’l faggit ass now, baby boy!”“Yes, sir!”“You hot li’l daffodil boy for Papa!”“Yes, Papa!”“Tell me you mah, daffodil!”“I’m your daffodil, Papa!”“Damn right, faggit!. “Ceres! Get back here right now, young lady!” I froze, knowing that running further would now earn me her full wrath. Plus that of my master. Turning slowly I faced her. A fire shone brightly in her eyes, burning deep into my core. Head bowed I slowly dragged myself back to face her. “Taliya! I want you to sit here on this chair. You are to hold her down, keep her there, or you will be facing my lash next. Is that clear! Now wait for my return!”. . A few minutes later she was stepping out of the cab in front of the Viaduct Club, surprised at how relaxed she felt.The club was under a long series of railway arches that supported one of London’s many commuter lines. What, Allison wondered, would the trains full of office workers that passed overhead every morning and evening think if they knew what was going on beneath their trains? Then she realised that only a few weeks ago she would have been in the same position as them.It was dark and. I came back home, but my neighbour’s son was still in my mind. After the children went to play in the evening, I skipped the gym and planned to have fun myself.I had kept sex toys (a vibrator and different types of artificial lunds) with me with my husband’s permission. I brought olive oil and started removing my clothes one by one standing in front of the mirror.I removed my top and leggings. I began feeling myself, touching my boobs and seeing myself only in bra and panty. I was really amazed.