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 was moaning quietly at each one. Pink handprints appeared on the sissy’s rear then indian faded before the next swat. Grant paused. “We both know asses 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. Pale flesh starting to stay pink. His 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. The sissy squealed from the pain. He gripped the leg of the old leather chair. For support? She used her tongue furiously, sliding it around the edges of his cockhead. “S ... sorry ma’am.” I say. “You’re really starting to enjoy this, aren’t you indian Samuel?” We lay side by side until he turned on his side, placed his leg on top of mine and snuggled closer to me. He kissed me again on the cheek, He was dressed as if he were on his way to a toga party at the local college. His hands greedily groped at her. “She's getting so wet,” added Pita, her fingers caressing my labia. He began. I know you’re tryin’, Steph, but that’s just not gonna cut it— Bill’s cock asses is still growing, momma said. With his other hand, he rubbed Logan’s bare shoulder affectionately. Master, we all know the decision is yours. As the talking went on I decided to have a bit of fun with my pussy muscles and I started clenching then relaxing them. Sometimes it's easier to obtain forgiveness than it is to gain permission. wet and slippery. Oh my god! The mother felt her womb grow warm as Rich fired heavy surges of heated cum into his sister.