With the tears rushing down her cheeks, I no longer saw the powerful, in-charge woman Samantha had always been. In this situation she was completely s...bservient to Mother’s demands. “Abigail! Fetch me the hairbrush,” Mother ordered.Oh no… the hairbrush. I dreaded the hairbrush. Now, over the years Mother had spanked us with different things, but it was mostly her hand that bore the brunt of the work. I had only gotten the hairbrush once and it was the type of sharp shocking pain I never wanted. He told me hates to be hairless and loves hairy guys. We were quite perfect for each other. We moved to the back seat and i started sucking his nipples and bit them hard. I couldnt stop moaning. I could feel his dick wanting to tear apart those jeans so i unbuttoned him and he himself removed his jeans. Now it was my turn. He pushed me back towards the door and threw my hands in the air and started sniffing and licking my left armpit. It felt heavenly. He moved down to my nipples and sucked. College was on an off (ABVP issues) so I stayed at home. Later I left my mom to her office and returned to wait for my heroine to come. She came home and started to do her daily works. She asked me, “College ge hogilla?” ( Didn’t go to college?) I replied, “College band ada ivattu.”( College is off today.) I could see a spark in her eyes. But her hesitation dominated her. As soon as she was near the kitchen sink, I went behind her.Slowly and steadily I touched her waist. She was pushing my hand. Then she reached over and turned on the shower. With the shower on and steaming, she began to undress. Eric watched as she raised her right leg onto a chair and lifted up her dress. He felt a twinge of desire as he saw that she was wearing tan coloured nylons held up by white suspenders. She unclipped them and began to roll the stocking down her shapely tanned leg. Her feet were small and perfect, the toes painted with red nail polish.The stockings gone, she turned away from Eric and reached.