I wanted to give my mother the best experience possible. This thrill shot through me as she moaned. I was making her feel good. I wanted to please my ...other.What had this belt done to me?This wasn't me? I wasn't a mama's boy.My fingers worked up her foot, my thumbs digging into her sole. She groaned again, her breasts jiggling beneath her sundress. Her legs parted, her skirt around her knees. This strange ache to see up her skirt shot through me.It should be Mrs. Best I was lusting after. The. ' Seth commanded as he pulled out. The dom walked to his bag, grabbed a buttplug and inserted it into the ass of his slave. Just as Seth was about to allow his slave to get dressed in shirt and pants, he noticed drops of cum on the ground. 'Lick it up.' The other man went to his knees and started licking the floor. meanwhile Seth took this chance to smack the ass of his slave a couple of times.When the other man was done and dressed, they left the house as they had a couple of places to go.. ?MISTRESS PLEASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE! MISTRESSSSSSSSSSS!!!? The eighth strike interrupted my wretched attempt to get my young Mistress's attention. The burning searing pain was so acute, i just collapsed into my restraints. ?i cant – i cant – i cant – i cant – i cant – i cant,? i repeated in sobbing misery. i was simply too beaten and exhausted to put up more resistance. My body remained limp in resignation as Matron Debrah mercilessly pounded my flesh with her proficient professionalism. My. It was after 11 p.m. when the two of us rolled up in Peggy’s car to my forlorn-looking low-rise apartment. When I unlocked the door, Peggy said what she must have been thinking earlier when she and Tad had first seen the place. “God, what a dump!”“Hey, don’t hold back,” I said. “If you don’t like the place, just speak up!”“I know they don’t pay you guys much,” Peggy said, “but surely you could do better than this.”“Hey, it’s clean -- kinda. Boring? Yes. But it’s clean, and the air conditioning.