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  • I made a cup of coffee as I dug into my inbox. A lot of it was mail that I could dispose of quickly—most of it into the circular file. My trash can even had a painted label—CIRCULAR FILE—in big yellow letters on the side. There were memos from Angus telling me what had been done every day since the wedding. That reminded me that I had forgotten Lori’s clothes. I reminded myself to put them into the truck bed when I got home. I spent the most time on a Request For Proposals from Toyota. They were interested in valve springs. Individually, they weren’t much—probably not more than ten Couple cents profit per unit--but Toyota wanted ten million a year for ten years. I knew that I had a patented alloy that would be prefect so I sent a voicemail to Angus telling him to see me first thing Monday morning. The final hour I spent on a report from the architect for the expansion. I was adding two buildings—10,000 square feet for a larger furnace that I fetish used to cast molten metal. Currently that operation was at the rear of my one factory. Moving it to its own structure would give me more room for storage and additional stamping machines. The other building—100 wide by 600 feet long—would go parallel to the existing structure. Both would amateur be pre-fabricated from insulated panels twenty feet high by eight feet across and eight inches thick. They were light in weight in spite of their size, being made of strong aluminum sheets bound on both sides to insulating Styrofoam. I knew the building would be installed by a major manufacturer of these structures. That was the simplest part of the job. The area was currently heavily forested with large oak, maple, and black walnut trees. More than five acres would be cleared. The larger logs would be sold to a sawmill about twenty miles away in North Coventry Township on the other side of the Schuylkill River. The smaller trunks and all of the branches—large and small—would be stacked at the rear of the clearing. My friends and I would turn them into firewood next Saturday morning. We’d done ass this before—several times. Scarlett would entertain the wives and kids at the pool until we were wife done then we’d have hot dogs and hamburgers with soda and beer plus whatever salads the wives would bring. I finished my work by 12:30 and I had a thought. I sent a text to Scarlett as I closed up the office asking her if she would like to go out for dinner tonight. She texted back—does that mean I can stay over again? My answer was simple—I hope so. Then I drove to The Bear’s Den for lunch. She held my hand and we felt very happy to be together. More than half the rats are down when we hear a roar from the tunnel the rats ran down. After all, tracking the behaviors of the humans living here, was just as much a part of their research program as studying the animals. Bambi relaxed and leaned back a little pushing her ass towards the edge of the seat. My erection was sticking straight down my pants leg and I Then she felt the dildo get placed back in her mouth. The licks began to cause and unconscious reaction within amateur Leslie and her heart rate began to increase. He went to the lounge every night for a couple of drinks, and I set about being there too. The doors closest to the entrance had the walls form part octagon revealing that whatever those doors led to was massive. “Unh! His fingers ringed her nipples and he gently cupped her orbs. They weren’t on the equipment; they were messing about near some big trees at the other end. I took a step towards the door, but I couldn’t just leave without finding a way to save face, so I turned to them and boldly said, “Okay, I am going down to dinner, but when I return I want both of you to have this foolishness over with.” ass She got a warm tingly feeling seeing the large member hanging between his legs fetish and reached out to take hold of it. I didn’t dare look at Nicole – I was too scared of whatever expression would have been on her face. Madison grabbed a pencil and scribbled another line at the bottom of the list. Quickly i stood drawing my dress around my body and still blushing, turned to Peta. "Hellooo? After three or four strokes Jenn pulls her hand away and says “yes, yes it is very hard. This is too good!! To prime the pump, I would tickle her clitoris with my nose, feeling it harden as her arousal wife rose. She looked sexy with a collar around her neck, her big tits swaying as she breathed. "You need to learn how to like this baby. Her sex was undeniable now. And that wonderful protruding ridge that surrounded the rear of Freddy's dick-head was being rubbed back and forth directly against the G-spot area inside my vagina. Julianne then put her hand under Claire. Mary seemed to be feasting on their cocks, sucking each in turn, slowly at first, then faster until she went over to the other one, all the time making slurping noises. By now Ally had taken off the white shirt and pulled her own tank top off and the two of them stood kissing topless as I pulled Margo’s tights off and kept rubbing her ass as she kissed me while Ally took off her track pants. It was intended to be worn with black Couple seamed stocking, though he also selected several pairs of fishnet to go with them.
  • He did. “And socks.” Again, he complied. “Now your shirt.” He revealed an upper body that was in pretty amateur good shape. “Pants.” He slowly undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. He knew that his erection was now obvious. Cheers from the crowd. “Time to take down that tent!” Down came the underpants - he was now entirely naked. “Please turn 45 degrees to your right.” His erection was standing proud. Cheers, jeers and laughter from the audience. “Our motto’s ‘let the punishment fit the crime’. I therefore suggest an alternative punishment - 25 cane strokes on Mr. wife Jackson’s erect penis.” Cheering from the audience. “I will let you decide. If you fetish favor the original punishment of 30 cane strokes to his bottom, please clap.” There was some clapping, but not much. “If you favor the alternative punishment of 25 cane strokes to his penis, please clap.” The auditorium went wild. “The decision is clear. I will allow any victim of Mr. Jackson’s bullying to help carry out the punishment, that includes boys and girls that were bullied and older female students that Mr. Jackson sexually assaulted. Please make your way to the stage and form an orderly line.” A lot of activity broke out in the theater, with boys, girls and young women passing through the rows and walking down the aisles towards the stage. After a few minutes, there were eight preteen boys, six preteen girls and ten adolescent women standing in line. The guards led Cliff to the punishment horse, both sides of which were in the shape of a St Andrew’s cross. Cliff was secured to this by his wrists and ankles. In the meantime, the third and fourth guard were re-ordering the line so that the youngest girls were at the front, followed by the young boys, with the older girls at the back. The girl who was now handed the (very thin) cane was around eleven years old. “If any of you would like to tell the audience what Mr. Jackson did to you before administering your stroke, one of the guards has a microphone for that purpose.” The girl holding the cane, a pretty brunette, who was only just beginning to develop breasts, took the microphone and said “He stole my lunch money!” She then took up position on the stage side of Cliff’s penis, raised the cane, and brought it down with some force, hitting the Couple penis shaft at around the half way point. A beautifully executed stroke for one so young! “Well done. Can the camera please focus on the impact site?” It was only now that Cliff realized that his penis and face were being live-streamed to the projectors and the huge screen behind the stage! The line of girls, and some boys, waiting to cane his erect penis stretched into the darkness, so he could not tell how many were left. One girl after another stepped up, took hold of the cane, some telling the audience in what way he had wronged them, some not, and then whacked his penis. Not all did a very good job, and when they did not succeed in making a mark of getting a reaction from him, they sometimes got booed by the audience. Then the first boy took up his position next to Cliff. He chose not to say anything; instead, he brought the cane down with full force, leaving a clear mark on the shaft. Generally, the boys were rather better at this than the girls. One 14-year-old, third in line, in particular, realized that the glans, particularly in an uncircumcised male, is the most sensitive spot on the penis. Now, Cliff was uncircumcised, but his foreskin covered the glans, denying his young tormentor the target ass he was particularly keen to hit. He took hold of the mic, but instead of complaining about how Cliff had wronged him, he asked a question: “Would it be possible to ask him to pull back his foreskin, please?” “A very good idea, young man. However, as his wrists are secured he cannot really manage that. You have my permission to pull it back yourself, however.” The boy was clearly not happy about this - he got a tissue out of his pocket and used this to pull back the foreskin. The smooth skin of Cliff’s glans was now exposed - the camera homed in on it. The boy raised his cane and - swish - his Cliff directly on the glans. Avery squirmed and wriggled more and more. The next few minutes were full of slurping sounds, mixed with moans from Lisa. It felt wonderful with four oily hands on my naked body when they both starting anointing me with their oil while standing in my heels with my legs apart. Pulling his soft dick out of a sobbing Julie, who could only lay on the floor helplessly as he wiped the blood of his dick and smeared it across her naked chest, Daniel pulled his pants back up and got dressed. Let’s see wife what we can do.” Just before Couple the game fetish started, the lights were low and most of the men had their beers and drinks. “Hey Ryan, my man, can I ask for some help.” Then she sat down and resumed reading. “I love you, Jenna. “Yes Master.” I joked. and needed relief . . . One thing I do know, is that I too want my ass fucked right now." Just stay still for a minute, okay?” I shuddered, shocked by the incestuous rush surging through me. Still amateur I wanted to find another way. I see that he she never knew her father her mother was a drug addict who had a string ass of bad boyfriends and the last one did kill the mother and sold her she is from Oklahoma but went to Texas looking for her mother who she thought went to see a friend when she was taken. I jumped and stood up holding my butt. I nodded my head in the direction of the night sky.