..Then I open the door to my room and let her in, she soon sees the folder on my bed, sits down and looks at the drawings. She leafs through each page...until she finds a drawing that I had made of her with angel wings and going over me who was lying on a bed. When I see that she repairs the drawing, I don't know what to say, and she continued to watch the drawing seriously, which made me even more worried.I sit on the bed and try to explain myself, but before letting me say anything she asks:-. Her master kept his tight hold on her hair firmly with one hand, the other holding tightly around her throat, again for show, and to get her warmed up and ready for a long night of use. Not everyone would be so gentle as her master and Karl. Erebus smiled at Karl's remarks and shrugged "she's just naturally tight, no matter how much I fuck her, it's tight every time. " Karl shook his head and kept fingering, wiggling his fingers around and moving his hand back and forth in an arc. "You lucky. A little chunky, but just right. She had large breasts that always showed just a bit of nipple from underneath what ever shirt or sweater or top she was wearing. She had beautiful short red hair, the cutest face and a great sense of humor. I loved her but never let anybody know. I would fantasize about her almost daily and on more than one occasion would masturbate outside next to the fence that separates our houses. I wished she would catch me doing it and watch me, but knew that if she did, I. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” sobbed the punished beauty. I put more force into the last stroke than I’d done yet. THWACK! Shrieking, Stephanie managied to blurt, “Eight, no sneaking off, no promiscuity!” Then she collapsed on the floor. I let her remain there for a few moments, until her legs stopped kicking and her cries and moans subsided a bit. Then I touched her bottom with the cane. “Up for inspection.” With a sigh, she struggled up to the table, opened her legs, and raised her bottom.