Big Tits In History Part 1 - Rina Ellis

The sissy could smell the old leather of the chair. It’s scent was strong. Masculine. Dominant. One of Grant’s hands rested on the small of his back. Almost comforting. As if Ian belonged to the Alpha male. “You know why you are being punished?” Big Tits Grant asked calmly. “I...uh. Because I’m a sissy?” Ian guessed. “That’s part of it.” Grant said. Ian’s eyes went wide at the first spank. More a light tap on one asscheek. Grant was only swinging from his wrist. A few more swats and Ian Jugs was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the juggs sissy’s rear then faded before the next swat. Grant paused. “We both know you don’t deserve Wendy. Don’t we?” “Y...yes sir.” The admittance sent a dark shiver through the helpless sissy. He didn’t want to believe that. Ian gasped as grant swatted harder. Hooters Pale flesh starting to stay pink. His bigtits tiny cock throbbed with each spank. Again grant stopped. “Who does she belong with? You pathetic wimp.” The handsome man asked. “Uh...you?” Ian whined. The Alpha smiled. Then he swung his arm wide. Ian’s ass jiggled at the hard slap. When I Big Tits looked a little closer, however, I realized that these weren’t rafts at all, but instead inflatable mattresses which were scattered around, ready for a somewhat different use. Honestly, it wasn’t my favorite thing. I said. “You must be turned-on as well then.” Roger told me to look over the stools and, if I saw anything I liked, I was to just make Jugs a good note of the stall and how it looked. No hair… no stubble… not a trace of them. Grace was trying to quiz Emily about why she hadn’t said ‘yes’ straight away. We went into the workout room and Jon showed me how to use the bigtits machines. I was so far gone at this point I didn’t know or care, or maybe it was what I really wanted. Hooters Wanting to mimic me, she tried to lower her head farther down on Tom, but she gagged a little. Brandon grunted through gritted teeth as he held his breath, she could feel his hips left her off the juggs bed as his legs pushed against the mattress. She then told him. "If I'm drunk enough." Wanna go watch some? I did that several times when I knew no one would be around, and really enjoyed dressing in my sister’s clothes. Her mountains completely consumed me, my manhood now lost. With one hand, she would position the mug of boiling hot java in the splash zone for the nutbutter firing hose that she would simultaneously aim and stroke.