I feel my ass streching, I feel incredible pain, but as the toy fills me, as it takes over my body I also feel the pleasure that only Mistress Chelsea... can bring even when she is punishing me. She rocks her hips forwrad and I feel the massive dick slip even further into my ass. Imoan again, muffled around the ball in my mouth. Mistress Chelsea begins rocking back and forth, fucking her slaves ass – my ass – with this giant cock. She slams it all the way home, deep into me, her belly slapping. I drove up and parked and went in. I noticed a woman at the checkout queue late 30's early 40's big tits wearing a short summer dress. I just about got an instant hard on looking at her. She saw me looking and we locked eyes. i smiled and went to get my lunch a sandwich bag of crisps and a jsmoothy. I paid for my lunch and went to my car. The car I had parked next to belonged to the woman in the supermarket an she was loading heavy bags into her car.She saw me coming and smiled so I asked if. Here, again, the women and children were allowed to wander around, but the men had to stay with their teams.Lunch was a split affair that day; those on each side of the river had their own repast. The train would not be fully reunited until supper that evening.Some wagons crossed the river without major difficulty, while others seemed to catch all of the bad luck. In one case, a team slipped in the water and nearly drowned before they could be pulled to safety. Several wagons suffered broken. .The very last visitor came into the store-room."WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" The old cow yelled. It was my headteacher,Mrs. Sanderson. She was a short plumpy 40-something year old lady, she had shoulder length black cropped hair, and a very stern woman."Hmmph hmmmphh!" I tried to plead my innocence, only the ductape on my mouth prevented me from doing anything but groan and grumble."Master Barkley, hm?! I shouldn't be surprised!" She quipped with her arms folded."Hmmmmmph..." I groaned, my.