His hands slid down my chest and stomach and stopped at my light brown bush. He grabbed hold of it, tugged it and said, “This will have to go”. My mouth dropped, I had never even thought about shaving it off. I had never even had to trim it to wear a bikini, there wasn’t that much of it. I started to say that I couldn’t possibly do that, but he reminded me of what I had agreed to and asked me if I wished to change my mind british and wanted to go home. My brain was saying yes, cumshot but the feeling in my pussy and the juices running down my leg said no. I thought for a minute and remembered that I needed to change my life, and one of the stories in the magazine jumped into my mind. “No” I said. Jon suddenly said, “This is the one and only time that I will remind you to call me Master. Be slow in answering, Hardcore and be insolent like that again, and you will suffer”. “Yes Master” I replied. “Now go and get my razor and shaving cream from the bathroom. When I got back downstairs, he had moved into the kitchen. I went in, and he said, “Right, get what else you need, get on the table, and get that hair off”. As you can imagine, Jon got an amazing view as I got on with the job. Just as I was finishing, my hand slipped off my slippery leg and knocked over the bowl of water. Jon was not happy and told me to clean up the blowjob mess. After that I was asked if I deserved punishing for making the mess. “Yes Master” I said, and was then told to bend over the table, open my legs about 2 feet, and grab hold of the other side of the table. “You are about to get ten slaps with my hand, I will not be counting, so you had better - out aloud, I’d hate for you to get more than you deserve”. “Thank you Master” I said, and waited for him to mature start. Wow, he certainly had a strong arm, and by the time I had counted six, tears were rolling down my face. At eight, I lost my grip of the table and stood upright. “Right, that’s another five he said, and that will happen every time you get up before being told to”. I was about to scream “NO”, but managed to keep my mouth shut - just. When it was finally over, Jon told me to get up, and then walked out of the room. Tina was sucking on her clit like a baby and the cock deep in her ass. I traced a line of sweat from her neck across her collar bone with my tongue and blowjob tracked it to the soft, fine hair under her arm. I continued to be very nervous about meeting her, but I wanted to do it and I felt if I was ever going to do it, now would be the time. “Brock Hardcore killed my father, and now I suck his son’s cock!” Certiok snarled, “And if he ever wants me to suck it again, he will kneel! cumshot Mala started sucking them in. He took her hand and put it on his cock, how tiny it was became evident, she couldn't get it around his circumference, still he said, "That's a british girl Little Bit, now stroke it." Well it's Thursday finally​,​ I arranged for twelve of my fri​e​nd​'​s to show up around 9am.. Her: you mean jerk you off? “It’s weird.” I murmured, looking straight forward. “You are forgiven, my mature pet.” Shelly felt those long fingernails slide through her hair, comforting her. I think… Honestly, I’m still kind of figuring this all out.” She starts to slide the side of her index finger up my slit. We are both in our mid-40s married for just a couple of years. Her tight snatch clenched down on me. That wonderful friction engulfed the tip of my futa-dick and then worked down my shaft. Yes, my eyelids felt as though they were made of lead; that’s just how heavy they were. I sat up and reached for her and she quickly pulled her shorts back up and collapsed back down on the bed. Alright . . .we'll be there." Even though her tank top, that clutched her breasts or her shorts which revealed everything up to her hips, her body was stunning. Mala noticed the change and coming closer to him whispered 'I have a meeting, I have to go.