Janet Mason Lustful Sweetheart Got Hauled Deep In Her Ashes

I’d stayed out late with my friends once too often, and Dad could smell the alcohol on me when I got home. He really gave me a good thrashing that night, and he was so big cock mad that he made me take all of my clothes off first. My Mum wasn’t any help, she just said that I had been bad and deserved to be punished. It didn’t help that my younger brother was in the same room all the time. I was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same time I was getting so wet that I was sure that Dad would say something. A few months later, I got the chance to move into a Flat with a female friend and I did. In a way I missed the spankings, and the feelings that went with them. I once managed to get one of my boyfriends to spank me, he didn’t enjoy it, but I did. Right, that’s enough of the history, now to how I changed my life forever. When I got home with ‘that’ magazine, I read it over and over. I was really intrigued by the stories and the pictures. It was all new to me, nobody around me ever talked about anything remotely like that. I kept reading it over and over again over the next couple of weeks, and when it was quiet in the Salon I doggy style usually ended up thinking about what I had read and seen. I had to wash a lot of knickers at the end of each of those weeks. One time when I was reading the adverts again, one suddenly jumped out at me, and I started thinking ‘could I?’ Well, after a few days I decided that I would reply to the advert and see what happened. The ad was from a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England who was looking for a ‘submissive, live-in house-keeper’. I wrote a letter explaining a bit about myself, and after a few times of losing my nerve, I finally posting it. About a week later I received a letter from him and got all excited reading it on the bus on the way to work. In the letter he explained that the job would not be very demanding, and wouldn’t pay much, but there again, I wouldn’t have much to buy, as he would buy everything for me. He also explained that I should expect to be punished every time that I made a mistake or was disobedient. He also enclosed a photograph of himself, and asked that if I was still interested I should write to him again and enclosed a photograph of myself, preferably without clothes on. Well, I didn’t have any photos like that, so when I wrote again, I enclosed a photograph of me in a bikini, and apologised saying that even if I had dared to get any nude photographs taken, I could never get them developed in the town where I lived. When Jon wrote to me again, he told me a bit more about the job, the hours, and what he would black expect of me. He also explained that punishment comes in more forms than just spankings, and referred me to the magazine that the advert had been in. He then stated that I was to go over to his place for the weekend for a formal interview, and for us to ‘get to know each other’ before a final commitment would be made by either of us. He also assured me that no harm would come to me, that I could leave at anytime and that he would pay all my expenses. I was to send him a letter stating which bus or train I would be arriving on, and that he would meet me at the station. Well, it’s one thing writing to someone, but another thing actually going to their house for a weekend when you haven’t even met them. I was in a right quandary. I spent the Big Boobs next couple of days trying to make up my mind what to do. I wasn’t concentrating on my job, and got told-off a few times. Looking back, I suppose that that helped me to make a decision. I checked the bus times, booked a ticket, and wrote a quick note to Jon. I would be arriving at eight-fifteen the following Friday evening. For me this took a lot of courage and if it wasn’t for the fact that I desperately needed for something interesting to happen in my life, that Jon’s letters and photograph gave me the impression that he was an alright sort of man, that the thought of the magazine turned me on every time I thought about it; then, I just wouldn’t have been going. On the Friday morning before leaving, I got another letter from Jon saying that I was to wear smart clothes for the interview and that trousers or jeans didn’t come into that category as far as he was concerned. That didn’t please me too much as it was April and in the UK April is never a warm interracial month. Never mind I thought, I wanted to look my best, and spent hours deciding what to take with me and doing my make-up. I was glad that I had decided to take the whole day off work. In the end, I decided that I would wear a mini-skirt and white blouse, both of which I had made myself. I was quite proud of the fact that I could make a lot of my own clothes, and this short pleated skirt and thin blouse looked good on me. The journey took five hours, and I had to change twice. Her words are often ambiguous and the true meaning is hard to comprehend. How?” Mark wondered. The slimy fluid coated her labia, ass groove and the tops big cock of her thighs. He slowly pulled out of her and admired her ass. I immediately recognized her as the woman that had accompanied Commander Radu. I drink my pineapple juice. As I glanced over at my stunning wife, I noticed that our doggy style photographer had an obvious bulge in his shorts as he was commenting on Linda's pictures. She was on her tippy toes and Jackson was holding her wrists down and Lucas was behind her rubbing her thighs beneath her skirt. We had ordered soup from a specialty shop. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the chest. Terry slide under them he pushed his hard cock into her very sloppy pussy. He climbed off the bed breathing heavily and removed the used condom, throwing in the trash before turning back to Big Boobs his little sister. My cock slapped against my thigh as they used me for their pleasure. What did I do on my night off? What the fuck? Their plan was to embarrass her and intimidate her. "Me either," Susan agreed. “Brandan? It had taken all he had to slow down, let alone stop. Alone in a château to drink your days away like a retired horse sent to pasture, shunned by the ones you love for being nothing more than an inconvenience. Her fat cock is standing at attention. “Yes” Simon answered “it’s kind of hard when I’m traveling with her. "Take it with you," I said, patting her bare behind. When I looked down I saw that the knot in my sarong was a little off-centre and the man must have had a great view of my pussy, rings and chain. I black could feel the strain and discomfort Holly must've been feeling from the earlier beating, the throat fucking and now quite literally being folded in half and having her ass raped. "I thought; he was getting some off of you already, and you just weren't interracial saying anything. We have to hang out before he leaves,” he said as he walked out the bathroom. We started walking in the mall again.