He hand-spanked me until I felt I could never sit down again and I kicked and squealed as his huge hand fanned my tail into a furnace. My pussy was al...o ablaze and on fire with lust as I squirmed on his broad thigh, the rough material of his tight jodhpurs rubbing against my naked pussy-fur.He let me up and I stood before him, red faced and rubbing by bottom as hard as I could whilst he lectured me on animal cruelty. I felt totally ashamed. But he hadn't done with me.He stood up and whisked off. But when she looks at me coldly, I melt, spread my legs, and insert the already lubed egg far up into my cunt, swallowing hard, and knowing this would be yet another test of my obedience.Then I put on the rest of my costume, and prepare to start the dance. And just to prove her power over me, she turns the vibrator on just as we go onstage…Now we are approaching the end of the second of the three, ten-minute acts. According to the script, which we loosely follow with variations for the audience. Still not bad I would say:dLet’s get into the story. Obviously, the name is a fake one. I love the name Lakshmi, it gives me a turn on whenever I read a story with the character’s name as Lakshmi. Lakshmi is a distant relative of mine. She was on her 30’s.Her family was not on the wealthier side and her husband is a drunkard, so working as a maid was her only way to feed her daughters.I have a very rich uncle, so Lakshmi is working there only. She is not super hot and has big boobs and all,. I lowered my lips to her neck just above her hairline and kissed her a little below her left ear. She squirmed and looked at me in that pleading way that girls do when they are aroused. "Oh dad…" she started to say, but I kissed her hard on the lips once again and with my right hand very gently began squeezing and fondling her left breast as before. Kirsty’s eyes closed and I whispered to her how much I loved her. As we kissed, I let my hands follow the contours of her beautiful body.