I wondered why she had worn her glasses. I was sure she did not need them; I had not seen them at the restaurant or in her office. I guessed she thoug...t they made her look older. They did not."I am now the president and CEO of Washington Nationals Baseball Incorporated. My dear husband put me in the job. I had asked him for a new car, but instead he gave me the Nats." She looked up and made a face, putting her tongue in her cheek. "I haven't thanked him yet."She paused as a small chuckle moved. Masturbate?"Why did he want to know that? How should she answer? Should she tell him the truth? "Uh... Yeah... I guess so? Why? Does it matter?" No, Debby," and the man stroked the girl's silken thigh, his hand slipping up under her skirt. "Except, if you... came... it means that you're a big girl now. And you'll have to fight the temptation to do it again. Did you... do you think about it a lot?" Yeah... I guess so? Like... I keep hoping he'll catch me again, Sir? What can I do?" There was no. Savitri now realized that she WAS going to get fucked by that 9-inch cock now! She again bit her lips, looking at him.He rubbed his cock on her pussy and asked her, “Do you want my cock slut?”“Yes, I do,” she said.“Say you are a married whore,” he demanded.“I am a married whore”“Say louder bitch”.She screamed loudly, “I am a married whore, please fuck me like a cheap slut!”He slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. He began to fuck her slowly and bit her boobs. The other guy took his cock toward. That sound again, the sound of leather on skin. A smart smack on her ass followed. Mistress continued to tease and abuse her backside across her shoulders, down her back, and across her ass and down the back of her legs. Mistress seemed to favor her tight ass the most though. Time stood still. It seamed never ending, the blows just kept on coming. Some soft just barely grazing her skin, others landed firm and hard, some quick and rapid, others slow and delayed. She could feel the heat.