’ I do not want to rush through, because I want to make the most of it. To begin with I start a conversation. ‘To which place do you belong?’ I...ask this question because I want to check if she is the real Purnima Bhat. ‘To Delhi.’ ‘How long have you stayed in Delhi?’ ‘For the past 15 or 16 years.’ I instantly know that she is not the real Purnima Bhat. The real Purnima belongs to Kashmir and has lived in Delhi only for the past five or six years. ‘But the website says that you belong to. They're all wet" I'm sorry," I gasp."Get in the corner. I'm getting the Brush."Corner time is it's own punishment. The worst is even though it's humiliating it's also a break. I rub my sore behind, think about what just happened, and yes touch myself or at least press my legs together. In this case I wait for and wish for what's next. The hairbrush is nothing new but this time it's going to be extra hard. I shiver and give myself a little stroke which makes me bite my lip. And I hate to write. Moaning at how tight I still was, he thrust into me for several minutes before he was finally buried to the hilt inside my ass. One by one they all rutted against me and Father was the last to fill me again, ripping deeper than the boys had. Exhausted they all dropped to their knees and prayed as I laid there unable to move and barely conscious. “Thank you my sons. Drink.” Father said and passed the wine goblet around again. “You may go. I will call on you if your help is needed again.” “Thank. He also had a gifted tongue, which he buried between her legs. She shivered happily at the first touch.He liked her bra, or at least the easy access it gave to her breasts. She sucked him for a few minutes, smiling at the way his cock rose out of a nest of hair."I had sex on a bearskin rug during an offsite," she said, addressing his cock. "You remind me of that." I hope it was a good experience."She smiled and sucked his balls. "Oh, it was."She held his cock upright and straddled him. She.