She is a virgin, the woman whispered to the man, pumping his testicles in her palm. He started, his cock quivered, he nearly lost himself, uttering a startled groan. Beside me Mandy was paying tribute, and her lover nearly lost his load. She looked up at him with an admonishing glance. I giggled at the misfortune I'd nearly caused. My man groaned again, practically a torture victim at this point. And it was his penis which was the focus of such exquisite torture. Soon both men were properly wettened by our saliva. It was time for the gentlemen to be oiled, the senator said. So that you will meet as little resistance as possible. Doing what? my suitor asked. His voice was haggard. What answer did he hope for? In a moment both of you must display your manly vigor. up within my girls' bottoms, the senator said. My breath caught audibly in my throat. I rose, a bit shakily, a foal newly born. They are big and ready.

Perhaps that would have been better. There. When you need to pee, you won't have to run to the potty now, Sylvia said with a devilish little laugh. She patted my diapered behind. But I have to go NOW! I blurted. And I did, too. A full night's worth of pee had accumulated in my bladder. Good! Then we must hurry and get you downstairs for it, Sylvia answered. She and JoAnn unhooked me from the post but did not bother to undo my wrists from the back of my head. They gave me no shoes. On our way past the dresser, JoAnn fetched a pacifier from its drawer and stuck it between my lips. Wasth thisth for? I burbled over the intruding nipples. Babykins must be good.

Now we can have a little discussion about feminism, sir. Jasmine delivered my blows with plenty of time between strokes for me to recover. She wanted me to be able to watch my lover and see his defilement. After all, he had chosen to have me whipped with the crop. I felt like I was part of some kind of bizarre marriage, where the partners were joined by mutual suffering. Yet, with Kerri tickling my dell and Leslie pleasuring Brent's penis, it was not all pain. It was a mixture, and between my sobs I wondered if marriages, if done in this way, would last longer than church-made ones. Leslie began Brent's torment by producing a thermometer. She told him she would take his temperature by poking it in his peehole. But first, she wished to stuff as much of him down her throat as she possibly could. This is an excellent way to train, don't you think? she asked Brent. I mean, usually the man just rams it in. How can a girl learn that way?

Will this do? I asked, turning. The man entered, pics of blonde raped in ass the girl, the woman. Anything with a bed, the woman replied. And amenities. All in the armoire, I replied. Which was true. Condoms, towels, washcloths, whips. Very well, she said. She saw the room key on the dresser and picked it up herself. Is there room service? I'm the room service, I replied, with a meaningful glance at the man. He gazed back at me with his dark eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered. We may order some later, the woman said. Thank you. Her eyes bade me to leave pics of blonde raped in ass. I turned, wanting to stay. I can just stick in my feet!

She turned and crawled onto the bed with her ass lofted safely up into the air. The sheets were soft and cool but even the slightest touch sent tremors of pain through her punished heinie. Debbi got on the bed on her hands and knees and, kneeling beside Kate, the two girls looked apprehensively back behind themselves and waited with widespread legs for their friends to fuck them. Althea and Susie undressed. To tease the waiting girls, they did it slowly, stripping off their clothes piece by piece. Whatever the danger of being caught mistress, they seemed to be even more enthralled by the prospect of making Kate and Debbi wait a little bit before being fucked. Ohhh! Hurry! I don't want to be caught! Debbi begged. Kate's voice joined hers. Please fuck us! Kate said. Riding that horse made me so hot, yet it didn't give me what I really want! Well, I'll do my best with my finger, Althea answered. Naked now as the waiting girls, she leapt on the bed behind Kate. She grabbed Kate's hair and made her press her face down into the bedsheet. Then, insinuating a finger between Kate's nether lips, she began reaming Kate as best she could with it. There was hardly any free time at all. And then, suddenly, it was the day before Christmas Eve.