I used the same cum rag my father had used a few hours earlier because I figured he wouldn't notice the extra cum in the rag. The only problem was the...rag was sopping wet with my cum. I hope he wasn't gonna use it again real soon.I put my clothes back on and tried to put everything back in the trunk just exactly the way I found them. There was still a lot of stuff that I didn't look at in the trunk but I knew my father would be home anytime and I didn't want to get caught in here! I'd have to. She looked rough in jeans and a hoodie top compared to my dress and coat which, despite my voluptuous and curvaceous figure, did suit me well. I merely apologised and said I had nothing and continued walking.“Lying slag”, she shouted back. I turned around to look at her. “Yeah, you, you fat slag”, she taunted me.I took a couple of steps towards her. “I said I had nothing”, i replied.She came up to me now and stood right in my face. “Fucking fattie cow keeping yer money to yerself”!! She. Ahhhhhhhh do meahhhhhhhhh” Reshma started screaming as his penis penetrated her deeply and he started slapping her face again and she started scratched his back with her long nails as their fucking reached feverish pace. His long cock was moving in and out of her pussy in deep easy strokes while his hands were slowly kneading her breasts and buttocks, her lips were sucking on his while her long legs were scissoring around his waist making him plow her deeper.“Nice isn’t it?” a hand fell on my. Mistress Dee began to ask her guests if there were any additional questions or comments before the bidding began. As she spoke she walked around me sliding her riding crop over my nipples. She would slapped my ass a number of times to make her point clear. Finally, without warning she jerked the bungee cord, stretching my cock painfully, causing me to moan as precum dripped down my shaft. She then struck my stretched cock and balls very hard very hard with her riding crop. I tried to scream,.