Sometimes we went into London for dinner and one night in Soho, it was a hot barmy night, she had a tight shirt on and those fantastic tits and nipple...s, kept my cock semi hard and most of the waiters as well if the attention we were getting was anything to go by. Her tight trousers were stretched across her arse and the crotch showed her cunt lips split by the fabric. We finished dinner and I suggested we went into a sex shop to browse; downstairs in the basement we started to look at the dvd’s. He mostly lets the kids do what they want to do, and mostly what they want to do is think they're the kings of the hill without doing anything to deserve it. And Weilfahrt lets them get away with it, so don't be expecting any championships this year, or even much winning." That's not quite what you said in your story," Mike pointed out."Well, I had to make it look positive," Anissa protested. "I said they had a chance of having a better record than last year. There is that chance if they get a. Here she was strapped to a rack similar to what she had experienced the first day and given three enemas. They were all three warm water, two liter enemas. She was made to hold them for several dracmars each by the large inflatable butt plug that was inserted after each enema was in. As the last one drained away she was cained with a thin cane for forty strokes. Immediately after the caining she was brought back to her stall, still crying from the pain. As she sat down on the toilet to let more. As always happens when I find myself completely alone in the house, I was instantly horny. I haven't talked to one of my online friends in awhile, so I decided to send him a little treat. (He happens to be the person that co-wrote my "Fantasy Into Reality" story.) The following is the exact email I sent him. I apologize that theformat changes midway through, but I think you'll get the idea. Comments and votes are always welcome!! Enjoy!! ****************************************** *kisses.