The paddle had hurt enough, so what were thirty-nine strokes going to feel like she wondered? Very painful, she reckoned. Katherine said in her now us...al stern voice, “Thirty-nine strokes, seven seconds between each stroke, and once again the machine is set to place the strokes in different places each time. Understood?” Ellie again looked up, licking her lips, aware she had wanted this. Well sort of. She had expected Katherine to cane her, not a machine after all. However, it also felt sexy,. Then holding my face down as he put his weight on the hand that still held my haird and swung onto me. He was back on top. Only taking me in doggy every time, he definitely must have seen me as a simple sex puppet. This time he fucked me harder, pulled my hair more.. which i loved.. and came faster.. and it was great.Off me again. I went to the bathroom to pee.. yeah thats a machete there on the toilet. Wtf. Im going back into his bed tho fuck who cares. The movie played at least twice.. not. We hold nothing back. I’ll be honest I’m generally quiet during sex so is Michael. I don’t drink a lot neither does he but he holds his own when he gets smashing drunk. Michael is a big guy about 6’3′ and is built like a machine. He has tan skin and dark hair that trails down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans to hold his 8′ cock. I’m nearly his opposite. I have peaches and cream coloring, pretty small at 5’5′ and 135 lbs. I’m pretty curvy with 36D tits and 40 hips! They call it an. Making her ask the next inevitable question. "What?" "What's the price? You."She looked aghast. I continued, "You will be the price, doll. How long you two are in France?" "Two weeks then we'll join our parents back in London." Karishma answered as Kareena stood spellbound. "For the whole of that duration you two will be my sluts and slaves, doing exactly what I say, no matter how bad, dirty or degrading." I put it to them straight. "Ok, that's a deal." Karishma said hurriedly. "Didi!!" Kareena.