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Reading Time: 3 minutes Before I could really get down to giving her a good old-fashioned spanking, I needed to do something about the position Samantha was in. You see, I’m naturally left-handed but inexperience had left me trying to spank her with less than full force using my right hand.

Reading Time: 3 minutes Well this is all proving too much for my co-model, who falls to the ground and starts rubbing away at her pussy like mad. Nasty girl ! I kneel over her and drive the little bitch crazy. Since I’ve got a riding crop I think I may as well ride her and I do, straddling her body and humping my bare pussy against hers until we’re both in a pretty bad state.

Reading Time: 3 minutes When she gave me the finger time just froze for a moment. I was shocked and I guess she could see from my face that she’d finally gone too far this time. Very soon though my shock turned into a firm resolve. This girl was definitely going to mend her ways.

Reading Time: 3 minutes So there we are, under those 100 degree studio lights, pretty bare and getting more naked by the minute. For a second it’s like dancing with your girlfriend, fumbling over who is going to lead, until I take control of the situation and push her up against the wire fence that Guy is using as a back-drop. We start to kiss.

Reading Time: 3 minutes When I asked her what the hell she thought she was playing at, she didn’t reply. I was angry that she had tried to fool me and getting angrier by the minute. The black pvc mini-dress had a long zip that ran all the way down the front. I’m not sure what I intended doing at that point.

Reading Time: 3 minutes They say the best way to start is at the beginning, so thats what I’ll do. By the way my name’s Bob and the young lady you can see here is the daughter of a friend of mine. Now she may look as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but believe me, she’s no angel.

Reading Time: 3 minutes Hi there ! My names Kelli. Thats Kelli with an i ‘cos thats more distinctive and you need some of that name-recognition shit if you’re a model like me. Look at Nayomi or Naomee or whats-her-face. Everyone remembers her name even if they can’t spell it. Anyway the thing is that my agent says I need to branch out a little and show the public my intellectual side.

Reading Time: 10 minutes Kneeling naked in the required position, Peggy smiled when she sensed Akeem was approaching her tent. Since that first time when he punished her for not being in such a state upon his morning arrival, the brown haired native of Connecticut has never failed to have her hands clasped behind her, her eyes down with her knees spread.

Reading Time: 12 minutes Akeem smiled broadly while he felt the front of his pants tighten when he approached her tent and saw the scantily clad spy, kneeling submissively in front of it. Impulsively, the pseudo-missionary returned the smile.

Reading Time: 10 minutes “Keep those eyes down, boy!” Coura commanded as the wide-bodied man knelt naked before her. Akeem responded respectfully. “It is my honor to be in your presence, Mistress.”“It should be, boy!”

Reading Time: 7 minutes Hi there ! My name is Sue-Anne and I want you to know right off that I’m not a bad girl. Honest I’m not. I’m a good girl. Sweet 18 and almost never been kissed. I get straight A’s at college and I’m like *the* most popular girl in my college class.

Reading Time: 16 minutes Once she was completely free of her bindings, she was ordered to her feet. She was grateful when he allowed her to don the two pieces of apparel.

Reading Time: 8 minutes It had been two days now since Peggy McKloskey had been arrested while preaching her mission message to the attentive congregation. Since her enforced incarceration, she’d been stripped, severely spanked and whipped, as well as stringently tortured (clamps on her nipples and pussy lips) for her refusal to divulge the name her captors repeatedly demanded to know.

Reading Time: 8 minutes Peggy McKloskey stood in front of the seated group of attentive listeners whom she was teaching the word of The Lord. She was a missionary sent to this middle African nation and they all loved her clear, soft voice and her plain but resolute manner.

Reading Time: 13 minutes Goddess on site. Without being asked, she kicked her own shoes off and lay herself full length on the quilt. Two very provocative young breasts thereby presented themselves for inspection. Inclining my head I kissed her just fractionally above her cleavage, moving downstream rapidly. She let out a small gasp of either pleasure or shock – I couldn’t tell which. From my viewpoint, it was definitely pleasure!