He’d even turned her over and scrubbed her pussy clean, pausing for a moment to lean down and sniff it. It smelled pretty good for a feral pussy, he...thought. Pleasant. Like he remembered pussy smelling, in the good old days. Nobody had told the pussy that civilization has died, he thought. It’s still going on, just being pussy. Good thing, that.All that notwithstanding, she was beautiful, he realized. Even if he’d just been allowed a single glimpse of her face, he’d have thought she was. It was slowly sucked in and out. I heard the pet gasping as a slow moan escaped from her lips and I turned onto my knees with my ass facing you all, pulling the pillows up under me so I could use both of my hands. I felt one go to my ass and play with that tender erotic spot, while the other slid in and out fast in my pussy, my thumb flicked at my hard nub. My sighs and gasps filled the room as my finger slid into my hot ass and my body bucks against them both. It Felt like I was about to cum ,. Miss Roberts caned, strapped, or paddled her often. She booked appointments and her guilt didn't fester. She walked tall, her bottom sore, knowing she'd received proper punishment.Her conscience wouldn't allow her to delete her red highlighted entries. Miss Roberts could punish her, but was powerless to delete the evidence of her offenses. Caught later, her treacherous deceit would allow no forgiveness. She must throw herself at Mark's mercy. Although embarrassing, it might contain the. He yelped and jumped."'Mistress'—you forgot to say 'mistress'—didn't you, Hack?" Yes, mistress," said Hack. Tears of pain and humiliation ran down his unshaven cheeks."You got another day Hack. Don't you worry about your women. The Country Club looks after its whores really well. Feeds them. Keeps them clean. If they give the VIPs what those horny high-rollers want your girls are on easy street. Happy?" Yes, mistress," Hack lied."Good. You knock off when I say so. If I say 'jump' you say 'how.