It was large and airy, with a big oak desk sitting in the center of the room and a large bed behind the desk and off to the left. I had to have a manhood inside me. “As I sat in my room thinking about all that had gone on, there was a knock on my door and my mistress entered. He smiled and laughed as he left. “Carolina,” she beamed as she hugged and then kissed her friend. As the door opened, she quickly forced the covers back down. A few days later, you found me.”
She kissed them both on the lips and asked them to make love to her to help her forget her ordeal. One of the men came to belt me. You’re quite safe now.”
“Thank you,” she croaked out in a hoarse voice. His belt struck my ass. One requirement was that we had to keep our womanhood and backside cleanly shaven. I was proud of myself for only screaming once.
