The dominant man here admits to being bi-sexual while the younger one is developing inclinations in that direction. By their early forties, they had gotten tired of swinging hammers and tried their hand with their own business. There was an edgy look about him and, even in the difficult circumstances, I felt my body begin to react to his sexuality. I never believed he’d ever beat me like that,” whimpered Craig, passing the pads of his fingers gently across his welt-scored bottom. Feeling like I was in some nightmare, I stumbled over to where he was sitting, bent down, and gasped as he pulled me down with this iron grip, leaving me naked and flailing with my bare bottom positioned directly over his lap.

I went back across his knees, and his left hand held me again, but on the bare skin just under my shirt. I don’t know quite how you’d classify his stylish home – was it a flat, an apartment or a maisonette? Gorgen and Sean proceeded to pin me over the back of the chair, with my head buried in the seat of the chair--my bare ass exposed for the paddle. Doris then proceeded to demonstrate she could, in fact, do it to me, and she could do it with considerable effect, and do it for as long as she wished.Gorgen, who was the dinning room manager there at the time, was gorgeous--tall, blond, well built and he had a bubble butt. Besides, they were in college with me, so they must have been brighter than average and I would have had something in common with them. It let out an offended bellow and reared up scarily before descending with a loud clatter of hooves. Musky and masculine, with just a hint of funk and condom rubber, the smell was unmistakably him and not me.

We’d also cleared up the area where the car went through the hedge and gone to the garden-centre and bought some small hedging-plants and wood to make a temporary fence to close the gap until the new plants began to grow. It s fun to take care of his hot spanking, but when he says "Show me your ass," I fackle not long and turn around on the sofa, so I gave him present my ass doggy, he can slap his hand and my boner . I was too rattled by his crudeness to come up with a plausible answer and I didn't want to admit that I was a virgin. He suddenly pulled off his shorts and briefs and weaved his way over to where I was sitting and lay across my legs.I was lying face-down on my bed leafing through a magazine about nine o’clock that evening when the doorbell rang. And at that moment I think I remembered the lifetime of torment he'd thrown my way - all the embarrassments, the insults, the emasculation. When my mom married a hot Texan asshole and we moved to his ranch I wasn't expecting that I would become the slave of his hot gay motorcycle cop son.