" Greta obeyed her orders. Carol wore a black Armani matching jacket and skirt, stockings and heels. She now stood behind Greta . "Say "Please punish ...e . Mistress!" "Please punish me Carol" Carol took a big swing with the crop landing firmly on Greta's cellulite butt. "Yow! Take it easy." Leave your fired!" "No please I need this job" "Well..." Greta looked at the floor " Please punish me Mistress" The swish of crop, the impact on her bottom, the tears and sobs that followed could be heard. She seemed to relax a little and I told her she must stay for dinner. She agreed only if she could cook it and serve me. Perfect I thought to myself. Dinner was delicious and while I decided to go slow with her I couldn’t resist of taking a little further. I asked her if it was okay if I kissed her. She looked down and said yes. I took her in my arms and kissed her nice and deep feeling her respond to me as a hungry woman. When I stopped she was breathing hard. I must really go now she. Of course this all pre-dated the digital age. In those days you either took your pictures to a photography shop or a chemist to get them printed. You could hardly take a film of nude pictures into Boots. So that was where Tom, a skilled photographer had the edge. Gradually their photos became naughtier and naughtier. Susan would wear a pair of split crotch knickers and pose open-legged so that her vagina was on display to Tom’s probing lens. He would focus on close up shots, which would show. 5″mota lund tha uska, rubi ke nazar bhe cund par he tha ,sir pahle to khade he chuchio ko jam kar chusa rubi jor jor se siski marne lagi ab rubi ko bed par sula kar chut ko chusna suru kia 5mnt me hi rubi chutar uchkane lgi,sir ab bed par chit hokar bole lo rani lund ka maza chus kar lo,rubi sir ka lund muthi me pakdi aur pura muh khol kar desi egg ke jaisa supada ko muh me le liya,sir jor se aaaah kar uthe,ab rubi lund par apna sar upar niche kar rahi the 10mnt ke baad rubi lund chusna chor.