"He pulls off her gstring, pulling her hands behind her back and tying them with the fabric. She struggles slightly, earning another spank."Do you lik... being spanked, Veronica?" Yeesss.. siirr." Another slap."So I'm doing you a favor by spanking these perfect fuck cheeks of yours?"Another moan, "yes sir.. yes please don't stop." Thank me." Thank you, sir." Beg for this your dirty slut. Beg me." Please sir, give me another. Please!" Another slap.He releases her breasts from her black lace bra;. "Sis, please. You know that's not true. I won't argue that you're overweight, but as for the rest? Please? You're beautiful, and if no one else can see it, the problem is with their vision, not you."I began to gently knead the muscles in her neck and shoulders through her silk blouse, the silk making it easy to glide across her skin and making my massage all the smoother.She began to cry again and I leaned down, wrapped my arms around her, the inside of my forearms across her soft breasts, and. He doesn’t really have any friends, just acquaintances; even our two children don’t like him very much and in the past they’ve been reluctant to come to the house when he’s there. He was never what you would call a loving father, although he kept them clothed and fed and with a roof over their head. Any affection they received they got from me. As soon as they were able, they left home—I wasn’t so fortunate. However, I have been able to return to work: I was a civil servant with what is now the. He went slower. I groaned in anticipation. He looked at me seductivly. Beg me more. Tell me how bad you want to orgasm. Oh, sir. I want you to make me cum. I want it so bad. Please, sir. I cant take this. Thats a good little slave. He shoved two finges inside my wet pussy and started thrusting them in and out. I arched my back as he went faster. Oh yes. Mmmm… He went faster and faste and I could feel myself coming close to an orgasm. Sir, Master, may I please cum? He slowed down. Hmm…Let.