He slammed the window openand stared at me.I bit my jaws together in an attempt to stop my mouth from twisting intoa grimace.The raider stood straight...and brushed back his dishevelled hair. "Ipresume that wasn't just a chastity knife."I looked down. "No..." Do you want to tell me, what is going on?" He frowned, but not withanger. "If not, we can pretend this didn't happen."I sniffed. The worst part of the truth was out already. "I'm Shanatashthe late hetman's... son."The worry in his shocked. .. I accept this of you... and only me. Your skirt drops to the floor, revealing your hard cock, pressed against your stomach inside your thong, the head slightly escaping the waistband. You stand there, feeling vulnerable in heels and panties, feeling ridiculous, yet aroused. I tell you to take off your heels. I make you kneel before me. I take off my top and make you feel my breasts. I make you admit that you are jealous of them, as you cannot wear a bra. I then make you take off my pants and. He is becoming very hot watching my very big titties and sexy fat ass. My ass is very fleshy and my ass cheeks swing up and down while I walk and they are so inviting that nobody can avoid watching my swinging ass. My sons are becoming hot and horny watching me doing nasty things. Their pricks are becoming harder and longer and that is what I want."Ooh! Paul, come on son and come closer to me. Come and help your momma suck her own titties. Let Dave watch us doing some nasty things so that he. That made six in total, surely enough to satisfy him and to make amends? Evidently not! The sadistic bastard cackled loudly and lashed seven, eight and nine into me. I’d had enough pain, but some pleasure was kicking in now, too. “Last three,” he announced. He left me there waiting for them for what seemed like ages. Suddenly a hard stroke hit my left cheek, and then an equally stinging one hit the right. A final stroke landed right in the middle of both cheeks. It really was a killer blow,.