And then Harriett commenced my first real ass-f*****g, the little ball inexorably being inserted and withdrawn as I squirmed and moaned and yelled and clenched and bucked and quivered. Of course, all of these movements were not without consequence for my entrapped p***s, happily f*****g Hattie’s smooth inner thighs over her lap. She was her usual observant self when my hip movements began to transition from those dictated by the rhythms of her depredation of my rear passage to the movements of impending male climax. The nozzle was allowed to seat itself inside me and the horrifying paddle was immediately applied to my poor smarting balls. I yelled and bucked at the much more intense kiss of the hard leather on my tender scrotum, this time delivering more force to the testicles themselves.
