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“I suppose you could easily find a pretext if you desired to do so?” “Yes, easily enough, the idea excites me, and I shall indulge it.” I do not remember what the pretext was, but Lizzie was kept in next afternoon at four o’clock—Mary and I proceeded to the summer house.

I knew we should not be interrupted by Lizzie, and that I need not hold in for her satisfaction. So I music other software teen massacre gave Mary all the benefit of our being alone, and we had four most exquisite and refined indulgencies in every attitude admitted of by the legitimate entrance to love’s temple. For, as yet, I had never been able to gain an entrance to the narrower orifice, which was too small for my formidable weapon to penetrate. It is odd how easily Lizzie accommodated me in her delicious bottom-hole, while Mary, older and more womanly in form, was as yet unable to make room for me in that strait path of bliss. When night came I was all curiosity to know how my dear mistress had carried on matters with Lizzie. She told me that Lizzie had been somewhat nervous at first, but she had spoken kindly to her, told her how her amiable and loving conduct after her first whipping had won her affection; that she did not mean to be so severe as on the former occasion, but that discipline must be kept up.

“So come, my dear girl, drop off your frock, as I shall mine, that the real teens peachyforum bundle music other software teen massacre of clothes may be out of the way, as well as to avoid their being creased.” Seeing music other software teen massacre that Lizzie still trembled a little after she had dropped her gown, she took her in her arms, and kissing her lovingly, desired her not to be afraid—she would not punish her much. “Lift up all your things, my dear, and let me see if any marks of the former punishment remain.” Lizzie had a very prominent and music other software teen massacre very promising bottom.

Miss Frankland felt it all over, and admired loudly its form and firmness, declaring it was quite beautiful to look at, and how womanly it was growing. “Turn round, and let me see if you are as womanly in front. Upon my word, a well-formed mount with a charming mossy rainpow nice boob teen covering.” Her hand wandering over her form excited Lizzie, whose face flushed and eyes glistened with rising desires. Miss Frankland herself became moved, but proceeded at once to lay her across her lap, and began with gentle switches, just sufficiently sharp to attract the blood in that direction, which, of course, acted with double force on all the already excited erotic organs, and Lizzie began to wriggle her bum in all the lasciviousness of lust under the excited gaze of Miss Frankland, who, seeing how matters were spain beach teen going on in her favour, increased the force of her blows, but only sufficiently to still more lecherously excite her patient—until, driven to an excess of lust, she cried out— “Oh, my loved Miss Frankland, I am dying with pleasure, do embrace and caress me.” Miss Frankland lifted her up, and drew her to her bosom and lips, and, while sucking her tongue, slipped her hand down and found Lizzie’s quim wet with her flowing spunk, and her little clitoris stiff with the erotic passion that was consuming her. She frigged her until she spent again, while their tongues were in each other’s mouth. As Lizzie spent, Miss music other software teen massacre F, shoved a finger up her cunt, which, of course, met with no resistance, but as Lizzie possessed in perfection the art of nipping, she was sufficiently tight to leave a doubt of music other software teen massacre anything but finger-fucking. “Ah, you little puss, you have been playing with this before now, tell me the truth?” “I will tell you everything, if you will only play with me again. Ever since you flogged Mary and myself, we have both been so often burning down there, and have found out that feeling it, and pushing fingers in, was so nice, although at first we often hurt ourselves. But you do it so much better than Mary—oh, do, do it again, dear Miss Frankland!” “I shall do it much better, my darling, with what I have got down there—look here!” And, lifting up her petticoat and chemise, she exposed, to the absolute astonishment of Lizzie, her extraordinary mass of hair, and her fiery red clitoris glowing and sticking out of its black mass of curls. “I declare, you have got a doodle, for which I have been so longing; I must kiss it.” Stooping down, she took it in her mouth, and sucked it. “Stop, dear Lizzie, we shall both enjoy it.” Taking the cushion from the chair, she lay down on her back on the floor, telling Lizzie to turn her face the other way, and to kneel down across her body, so that both their mouths could adapt themselves to each other’s quim.