" You raise your hand and bring it down firmly across my left cheek leaving a very pronounced hand mark. You raise your hand and bring it down again a...ross my right cheek. You repeat this process a number of times bringing a lovely warm glow across my arse. You can hear that I am trying my hardest not to cry and you gently rub my cheeks. My muffled noises of distress turn in to little moans of pleasure and you slip your hand between my legs. "Now, my little slut, you wouldn't be lying to me if. ” DeadShot murmured quietly as he picked up the washcloth and slowly ran it over her body. A slight shudder rippled through Cloud’s body and her eyes slid closed. Her eyes watched the muscles in his arm as he checked her body for bruises. A small sigh escaped her as she stretched out. She leaned against his hands as he began washing her hair. A wide smile formed on DeadShot’s face as a content noise left his wife. Once he was sure he had run the cloth over every part of her delicate form, he. My mother saw this and asked if someone wanting to come out and play. I nodded yes to her and as my mother was getting the key to take it off she looked at me and told me that I was going to do something that my father never would do for her. My mother told me that she wanted for me to fuck her in the ass. I looked at my mother with this “you’re so naughty face” and said “yes ma’am. As she was taking it off; there was so much blood running to my cock and nowhere to go. That I had a lump above. The cracking noise filled the lobby.Bufford laughed again. “After she blows both of us, that is.”Bufford came out from behind the counter with the whip tucked under his arm. As he passed Steele, he patted his shoulder. “Let’s go.”The two went to Steele’s room where Bufford waited for him to open the door. As soon as he did, Bufford barged in. He skidded to a stop and looked around.“Guess you didn’t hit her as hard as--”Steele slugged Bufford on the back of his head with his Glock. He dropped to.