Patrick’s face headed south and his tongue caressed Poppy’s cute crimpled cunt lips after parting her fur garden.Poppy literally popped like the p...p in her name. The Irishman’s seemingly clairvoyant tongue speedily struck her erect engorged exposed clit. The delight rapidly roller coasted through her bliss filled body making her heart race, her breathe extend deeply in, then fully exhale out and finally it swayed through her mind in fucking implosive and explosive self happiness as trilly spiky. With these tasks, I realize, She starts focusing my mind to think of Her always. The rest of the day goes by without any sign from the Mistress and strangely I miss Her. The next day after a sleepless night, I boot up my computer, but see no email from The Mistress. I start yahoo and broadcast my webcam and immediately see 1 viewer. At the whole hours I start worshipping the Mistress as instructed and I thought it might be better when I kept repeating a mantra to stay focused:To obey is to be. I felt so completely exposed! “Are you ready Andrew?”“Yes daddy”“Ok you naughty little shit!” His hand slapped my ass very firmly! Harder than before! It stung like hell! Back into the rhythm again but at a quicker pace. I started to moderately yelp in pain. My hard dick was bouncing with each swat! He stopped at fifty swats.“Last ten Andy!”My ass was hot and throbbing in pain. “You can cry if you want to little girl! Are you ready?!”I could only slightly nod my head yes. I thought I might. Or next day monday morning wo log chale gaye or mein ghar pe akela reh gaya . subah jub bhabi office ke liye niche aa rahi thi to mein bhi bahar khadaa ho gaya or unse sirf hi or hello hui . Sham ko mein jub ghar pahuncha to ooper dekhne gaya to bhabi nahi aayi thi . fhir mein apne floor pe aa gaya or kapde badlne lagaa . Thodi der mein hi mere floor ka door knoc hua or mein underwear mein tha to mein towel lapet ke hi chala gaya to dekha ki ooper wali bhabi hi thi . mene gate khola or unse.