Knowing that she will dally to postpone the inevitable spanking, I set a timer for 15 minutes, which I conclude is a reasonable time to clean up the k...itchen. She hurriedly clears away the dishes from the table and begins immediately to prepare the dish water. I return to the living room to relax on the sofa with a novel while my little sissy slut cleans up the kitchen. I contemplate the spanking that is to come, as no doubt does she! The minutes tick away, and finally the timer sounds. I. Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question, Then it's always yes. Yeah! (YES) She felt like she was close enough to leap for the pole to spin along. Don’t eat it. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. She hit the pole with so much force it felt like she was going to fall on her butt or it was going to launch her into the crowd. She just hoped if she were to be launched into the crowd it was on to someone so it would break her fall. Thankfully when she hit. At first low, then building, but in athreatening tone. "You fucker…Oh you little fucker…Ungh...youfuck". He cursed me even as he dug his fingers in, big handspainfully pulling my hips to his groin. "UHH…fuck..unngh…youfuckerrrrr" he growled. At the same time, I felt his cock throbbingbetween my buttcheeks. He pressed hard and held tight against me,panting, his tense body shuddering. I felt something hot, evenhotter than Tom's spit, spattering the small of my back and stickingthere. Four or five. So this is a pilot episode on how it all began.On June 5th, 2011 | Garbage Girl |I was very bored at home, lonely to a point where I decided to head out and take some snaps with my new iPhone. While I was out, I saw this beautiful young blonde carrying a bag of garbage onto her truck. I was stunned at how her body was structured. Every thing ever so perfect. She had a baseball hat on which said ‘fcuk’ and I was standing there staring her down. She quickly got on the truck and left before I.