“Do not be stupid, Oonagh; those blows, whilst not lethal, were designed to fix in your mind just who the master is and who the pupil. If you wish t...o train tomorrow you need to be healed and frankly you aren’t good at this sort of thing!” I butted in harshly.“I thought I was good!” Oonagh almost sobbed.“You are, just not as good as Roxanne ... or Verenestra, come to that. I did try to warn you,” I replied in calmer tones.“All done,” Imelda added. “Come and see me for any injuries you sustain.. I replied, "Mostly internet porn but sometimes I just get the urge and use my imagination."Bob said, "That is hard for me to jerk off to my imagination. I usually need some type of visual. I have a couple of fetishes that really get me going and those really drive me crazy." What are they?" I asked. "Well, the first one is I love to see girls deep throating a cock and the fetish that is my all time favorite is I love watching girls eat cum. Just to watch someone clean up spunk, swallow it and. ? Jumping from the tepid tub I scrambled frantically to the spare room, everaware of the hard shaft embedded in my love tunnel. My clit started to hardenwhen I opened the first box and discovered a peach thong & bra set, on thevery top. I'm saved, I thought. With barely a pause, I tore open the othertwo boxes, discovering shoes in one ; ) and skirts, tops, sweaters, anddresses in the other. What incredible luck. The ex and I are close enough to the same size thatI'm sure I could squeeze into. " "Hi, baby, back to you!" Jim said. "It's great to see you." As Susan stepped into the shower, Jim marveled at her still beautiful body. Even though it had been 15 years since they met, Susan's breasts were still firm and seem to have defied gravity. Her stomach, was still relatively smooth and her ass still tight. As always, her most amazing feature was her beautiful and expressive green eyes. Jim moved to the side so Susan could step under the warm stream falling from the oversized shower.