This was all so ungodly sexy to me that I was in a complete reverie, imagining each item on that shopping list being used on me (a fate which was almost certainly coming to pass). My Mistress retained her possessive hold on my c**k as her tall blonde friend caressed my ass, remarking in a matter-of-fact one-pro-to-another way, “Oh, yes, Hattie, he’s got the perfect little behind...good strong base of muscle, just enough fat overlying to round off the contours and protect underlying tissues...I think this bottom was designed by God to take the most possible punishment and give the greatest imaginable pleasure to the domme who owns it! What’s its history with being spanked so far?”
My slender paralegal joined the proprietress of this odd establishment in stroking the part of me in question
