Vietnamese Bdsm – Training A Submissive Pet

It was frustrating. “Go on, go!” I added. “He is a brute, he knows no better,” I explained, “You have been brought up a gentlewoman to live among Gentlefolk, you can not set that aside and rut with low borns.” I added, “Why low born wenches would have consorted for years by your age and have caverns readily able to swallow the blacksmiths girth and more.”
I kissed her forehead. I saw it ease oh so slowly within her and heard her whimper as his finger nail rent her maidenhead. His member drooping as he stood fists clenched ready to fight all comers. His member drooping as he stood fists clenched ready to fight all comers. It was frustrating. I tensed in my hide and prepared to give the signal. Eliza sat on the bed, her face pallid, her countenance one of entire shock.