" His hand came down hard and stung my ass as I jumped. "Like that faggot?" "Get used to feeling my hand on your ass."I moaned "I love you spanking my... ass sir."With that he smacked my ass hard a few times before spreading my cheeks and rubbing his thumb over my hole. Pushing and prodding at it, teasing me and making me squirm with desire. He moved up behind me and I felt his cock grinding over my ass as he leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "Next time I'm gonna fuck your pussy." "I'm. But dogs do that. Perhaps because it's quite warm there.And not just warm as Sarah established as she put her hand on Petra's muzzle and felt the unmistakable contours of Tom's groin. Curious, she rested her palm flat on the length of it, surprised by the thickness of the fleshy member under the tight denim. And she was sure the warmth it emanated wasn't just that left by Petra's muzzle."What are you doing?" gasped Tom, as Sarah's hand squeezed and stroked his hidden penis."Sshh!" remarked. “I don’t know, Sharon,” Rebecca said. “That doesn’t look like you.”“It does too! It’s like looking in a mirror.”“It’s not meant to be a photograph,” I said. “There are bound to be some interpretations that are seen differently by different people.”“Don’t be modest,” Sharon said. “If I’d wanted a photograph I’d have hired a photographer. This is what I wanted.”“Well, you’ll know for sure if you come in here and find Ralph beating off in front of it. It’s certainly your tits.”Rebecca had nothing. Aveva così cominciato, per sublimare il suo desiderio di campo e di spogliatoio, ad arbitrare le partite delle sue ex-compagne di squadra.Ogni tanto rimaneva oltre e faceva lo stesso per le squadre maschili.Ben presto la sua natura competitiva la aveva portata ad offrirsi come arbitro per qualunque tipo di evento sportivo amatoriale.Tornei di pallavolo, tennis, pig pong, le bocce del nonno..Si preparava a dovere, leggeva manuali, guardava le paritite in TV, nulla di complicato in fondo per una.