Maine ab apna haath unke salwar main daal diya or main shokedreh gaya unhone under kuch nahi pahna tha unke zhaant ab mere haath main thi to maine apn... haath or aage kiya to unki choot mere haat se touch hogayi or bhabi ek dum se tight ho gayi or aaah aaah ki awaz or tez hogayi tabhiachanak bhabi sofe par se khadi hui or mere lund par bhooke bhediye ki tarah mere lund par toot padi or mere pent ko utar fainka or wo mere lund ko jor jor se suck karne lagi or muh se mmmmmh mmmhhhh ki awaj aa rahi. . CRACK!The woman screamed; this was no ritual stroke, and the arse-cheeks quickly displayed an almost black line of bruise across the olive globes.Hiss ... CRACK!A second scream echoed round the room, perhaps an octave higher than the previous one, as a second stripe appeared on the unfortunate woman's arse. The Emir took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows, but the Prince did not notice. Dropping the riding crop, he thrust brutally into the woman's vagina, eliciting another scream from that. "Put your collar on, Slut," I said holding her collar in my left hand. She took the collar and fastened it about her neck. I always marveled at how absolutely beautiful she looked naked in front of me with nothing but a collar about her neck. "Now here is what is going to happen. You are going to put this blouse and skirt on." The blouse was this tiny little nearly transparent button up shirt which left very little to the imagination. The skirt was simply a black rectangle of material that. He knew it was ridiculous but he felt cheated. He had had his Mother a mere foot from him, admiring his naked cock, and he hadn’t made a move. He knew he couldn’t; it was his Mother and she had just proven, to his way of thinking, by her inaction that she didn’t share his perverse feelings. A little later he went down stairs, cock away, to have dinner with her. They chatted about this and that, not really conversing much as they ate their burgers and fries. Each was preoccupied with private.