No such luck though for the 22 year old. Sandra snapped, “I hope you read about the hand spankings as well young missy?” Lisa groaned and replied,...“Yes Mum.” Sandra sat back down on the chair and in a stern voice said, “Right, hairbrush please.” Lisa retrieved the hairbrush from the bedside cabinet and handed it to her Mum. Sandra took the hairbrush and ordered sharply, “Skirt and knickers off again.” Lisa did as she was told and stood once again in front of her Mum naked below the waist, this. I was completely oblivious to everything except the feel of her pink, squeezing, juicy female center.I didn't hear her screams of protest, nor feel her nails as they raked across my back, nor feel her ankles later when she locked them around my waist, nor did I acknowledge her first tentative whimpers of desire... instead I simply fucked... a cock lost deep in Maddy's inner folds.Fucked hard and fast until my balls finally tightened and a load of cum spurted from my bucking penis and splashed. The little power games they played out had been quite enjoyable. And when he'd started telling her to do things when she was offline, she had done them, too.And it had been fun. Very fun.Then they had met. Somehow this man who was interesting, literate, and intelligent had been physically blessed as well.He was tall, with deep mocha eyes that drew her in and kept her captive. Thirty minutes later and they were in his hotel room, fucking. She was tied to the bed and his prodigious member was. I know it. I mean, look around you. How many pick-ups have there been here? I mean in Southwest Detroit? Huh? How many? We both know. Not a fucking one. Oh, they take them infrequently from downtown and there've been quite a few in the suburbs – but not a fucking one in Southwest Detroit. We're the ghetto, man. Nobody cares about us. Oh, sure, there's a couple of guys in school that brag about their CAP; a couple of girls, too. We all know they're lying but they do fool some chica's into.