?Mistress K now switches to a leather hairbrush. I don’t know if it could actually be used to brush your hair, but it makes a wonderful paddle. It...is flexible and hits with a snap that moves across my ass cheeks. This time I yelp rather than grunt. ?Count them!? she commands, and I obey.I don’t know how many swats she intends, but when I cry out, ?Forty-four,? she stops. I can hear her laughing softly. It is her inside joke. She knows that I am forty-four years old. I don’t know her. Cherie would be spending the night at our house and I was more than willing to entertain her. The desert southwest where we live cools quickly at night, and Cherie showered and changed into a pair of shorts only slightly less revealing than those she had worn all day, an awesome camel-toe obvious to my view. The shirt she selected was snug and outlined her body in a way that I could hardly draw my eyes from, her nipples erect and pushing against the fabric. My hard-on was obvious and did not go. Fortunately, he could remember the name of the leader of the group, who picked them up in the channel, and he mentioned Janine and Anne- Marie. Halfway through, she got up, and gave Tony a glass of water, which was encouraging. After a drink she let him continue.When Tony had finished, she left the room, and he could hear talking in the next room. After about two hours the door opened and Janine came in, she rushed over to him, and undid his bonds and they embraced. She turned to the on looking. Body petite hai oski but wo buhat gori hai. Aik din mein apne shirt ki jaib se pese nikalna bhul gaya tha to jab laundry main pese lene gaya meri nazar Disha ki used panty pr pari aur mein osko sunghne laga. Aur os din ke baad se aur zyada Disha ki muth maarne laga. Ham close thay to bahane se har baar osko touch karta specially oski legs ko. Mujhe oski legs ka buhat shauq tha. Hamare mom dad kbhi hamein akela chor ke jatay hain ghar pe. Aik din aisa hee hua. Mein bore horaha tha and Disha ke.