It was scary. It was exciting. It was so fucking wicked. And it was so, so wrong. He was wrong for goading her into this sickness. After all, these em...tions and feelings were new to her. They had been his and now they were hers. And she didn't know how to control them. How to hold them back so they wouldn't destroy them both. He had to stop prodding her or she would have to retaliate."Come on, Mother," he needled her, "don't you want to fuck me with your big, hard cock?" Yesssss," she finally. But I keep on whaling, evil sadist that I am. I love it so. I stop after a short while and begin now to smack her pussy with my bare hand. She has stopped crying now, begins to moan and writhe a bit, squealing once in a while. I smack her pussy good until it palpitates and swells. Ahh this is nice I think. She is now ready for the best part. I walk back to the side where her head hangs over. I remove the gag and say, “guess what lover?Now you get the sweet thang down your throat. As my slut. He didn’t hold back his shock, or his scream for that matter, “Are you telling me I’m a fucking Harry Potter?!”Luke’s comment brought more laughter from Miss Bradley. She started to grip her gut and almost fell over from how much she was laughing. Luke could swear he even started to see her eyes water from how much she was laughing. At this point he was hoping to see a bunch of people come out with cameras laughing and shouting “Punked!”’ But all he saw was a very attractive woman laughing at. None.” At that she touched her bottom again.“You seem confident and forward.”“My Prince, I tremble inside. Such an opportunity, I did not ever dream it was possible. The invitation to this party was like a gift from heaven granted by the Fates to me. I did not dare, would not dare this, except for AbrilÔs and MartaÔs encouragement.”I tried to sound gruff. “So Marta knows about my visitor in the night and our activities even before I have the chance to decide myself. Pray, who else has been.