Not like that, she complained, use your backhand, and swing your arm back and forth with gusto…I want to feel your hard fingernails sting my nipples... she instructed. I mustered up all my strength, and started swinging my arm in earnest, delivering blow after blow to her reddening tits with each new stroke. Rachel groaned, and encouraged me to keep it up, shouting the word YES over and over, as she rode Uncle Harry’s man cock like she was a rodeo pro. I was getting to the point of another. We went back in the house and dad had mom bent over the kitchen table plowing her asshole and when whore saw that she got more tears in her eyes, I suppose she knew what was coming and she was right. I led her over to the table and bent her over and used some olive oil and lubed her butt hole and lined up and went in. She let out a scream that could be heard a mile away and that went on the whole time I was fucking her asshole. Dad looked at her when I let her up and told her that she was now a. .. I’m not s-sulking!” Miralda slapped the face again... left and right. “Don’t talk back to me, slave,” she snapped. “If I say you’re sulking, you ARE!” Karena got two more stinging slaps for good measure. Her normally pale cheeks had turned bright red, her ears were ringing. She had got used to being slapped by Miralda... but that scarcely made it any more enjoyable! “Have you been fucked today?” “Y... Yes... Mistress...” “Who by?” “I... don’t know their names, Mistress... Lady Tavia had two. Mai bike kuch tej chala raha tha bina kuch baat kie to bhabhi ne pucha k hua tumhe yogi,kuch bol nhi rhe ho, maine bola kuch nhi bhabhi, to unhone kaha meri usdin ki bat se naraj ho na. Mai chup raha. Unhone bola wo samne resturant h waha bike rok lena kuch kha peeke shopping krlege,maine wesa hi kia. Ham restaurant me gaye or ek table pe jake beth gaye. Bhabhi ne cola,pizza order kardia or boli ek bat bolu yogi agar bura na maano to.Maine bola ji bhabhi bolieUnhone kaha usdin k lie sorry muje.