Michael made several attempts at lighting his cigarette but his hand was shaking very badly so I did it for him. I was looking over towards the old mo...astry which was illuminated by floodlights. It was a place that I had known since my childhood.Then the unbelievable happened. Michael slipped his hand up my dress and felt me rather firmly through my knickers. I was not going to run away. I never said a word I just kept looking at the old monastery. It was obvious to him that I was a good. “You’re a good fuck no matter where I put my cock.”“I want to be,” she said softly. “I want to be the best fuck you’ll ever get. I’m good, yes but I’m going to be better than ever for you.”His face glowed with pleasure. Lisa writhed her ass, opened and closed her thighs, caressing her firm uptilted tits as she looked at him with hot, smoky eyes.“I told you how I am, didn’t I? I want so much, so very much. I’m a perverted woman, darling. You have a perverted mother.”“I’m glad, Mom,” Mike. Then he lifted a paddle and start hitting vigorously on my both ass cheeks. With his every stroke of paddle I was feeling great pain. This brutal hitting was intolerable for me so I started screaming and crying. But he did not care and kept hitting.“VAH KYA CHOOTER HAIN MERI GANDU RAKHAIL KE, KITNE LAL- LAL HO RAHE HAIN . MERI CHUDDAKR RANDI, LAL- LAL CHOOTER WALI GAND KO CHODNE KA MAZA HI ALAG HAI.” He said with pleasure. “PLEASE STOP BEATING ME I CAN NOT TOLERATE THIS PAIN.” I screamed with. He thought that having a slave meant that you could treat that persons any way you like, which in his case mend beating people up. But it doesn't work that way. You have to respect and trust each other to be master and slave, but your father never understood that." She sighed and continued. "I guess I don't want the same thing to happen to Carla." Lisa loves her mom." Marc said."I guess your right." Tammy replied."So you agree?". Marc exclaimed."Yes, she can be Lisa's slave, if that's what she.