Hamare ghar mere 3 bhai or 1 sister hai. Sister ki shadi ho gai hai. Or bade bhaiya ki shadi ho gai hai. Un se chote bhaiya apni padai ke liye delhi m... rahte hai.Zyada ter me mummy papa or bhaiya bhabhi hi ghar per rahte the.Ye baat un dino ki hai jab me 12th me padta thamere bhaiya ki shadi ko 2 yr ho gaye the. Me jayda tar apni padai me busy rahta tha. Is wajha se me apni bhabhi se jyda baat nai ker pata tha. Ak din mere sare ghar wale kisi ki shadi me gaye the kuch dino ke liye. Me mere. ” “Crack”, he brought the ruler paddle full force down on my left butt check. I barely had time to gasp from the sting and shock of it, before he laid down the paddle with another resounding “crack” on my right cheek. Quickly he sped up his tempo, until a flurry of stinging blows was raining on both side of my tender ass. Every so often, for variety and his own amusement I’d guess, he’d lay the ruler paddle square across both cheeks. And, because of the exposed position he had me in, this. "Fuck! Spank me, boss, spank me." She moaned. Mr Jones just laughed, looking down. He slowly slid a finger deep into Brittany's tight, pink asshole. She squealed again, pushing back against his finger. Mr Jones smiled to himself, before grabbing her by the hips and shoving his rock hard pole deep into her ass."Holy fuuuuck! That's it, Mr Jones. Stretch my tight fucking asshole." Brittany moaned out. "Fuck, it's yours now, boss. I'm your your personal fuck toy." She moaned again.Her back arched. " Yes, do so. Take some money from the box, and go." My slaves may never know what it is to be free as they would in there savage state from the outlands, but I do take care of them. Besides it's expensive to outright replace a slave, especially if the sickness would be so easily cured. And a sick slave can affect other slaves, a much more costly and avoidable error.I look back at my slave as she curiously looks at the device in my hand. Slightly confused hearing Robert's voice but not.