“I’m surprised you found time to talk about me.”“Don’t be silly. Angie’s your sponsor. She worries about you. Anyway don’t worry. She sa...id she wouldn’t mind if I did you now and again.”“Wouldn’t mind if you ‘did me’ now and again?”“Yes, just to release the pressure sort of. We know how you men are slaves to your appetites. She doesn’t want to; party rules and all that sort of thing. I don’t give a toss though. I can have your prick up me and not feel oppressed for one moment.”“Thanks for the. I then looked round to see her run her free hand down her blouse and skirt before returning to her original position. “Are you ready young man?” I returned to looking straight ahead and reluctantly answered “Yes Miss.” Within seconds, that first, stinging, bottom burning stroke landed right in the middle of my bottom and I struggled to keep my position. The pain burned and burned and I forgot to thank Joanne. She snapped at me, “Don’t you need to say something, naughty boy?” All of a sudden I. "I remind you, however, that I am the mistress of the manor. That means I am free to change my mind at whim." She rolled to lie on her back, legs drawn up, heels off the ground, her glistening sex open and on display.Her mouth was not required. She had him place her heels on his shoulders. He had never taken a woman in this position before. As she had ridden him, she had gotten him as deep inside her as would ever be possible. That part was no different. But she was bent nearly in half, and he. She momentarily forgot the pain in her thighs because of her hurting nipples. Throughout her ordeal, she felt pangs of sexual desire in her aroused cunt and clit. She ached for relief, but none was forthcoming. Instead, she nearly fainted again as the thin leather whip smashed brutally, on Florence’s clit and cunt. Unerringly, Octavian flailed at her cunt and clit again and again. As he continued to deliver the strokes, Octavian nodded to a Helper, to hook a weight to each nipple ring. The.