”Pop, pop, pop, the strap smacked her pussy. It was much lighter than the strokes applied to her ass, but it still stung. Still took her breath aw...y. “Twelve, Sir.” She wondered if she could come that way, maybe with another twelve, a bit harder.His finger pushed into her owned pussy. “Damn, pet, you’re wet. As wet as I’ve ever seen you. You didn’t enjoy that, did you?” His tone mocked her. Yes, she liked that teasing, too.“Yes, Sir. I liked it.” She could feel herself blushing.He. Almost twenty years ago to the day and not more than 20 minutes drive from where I was staying right now.I'd met her accidentally. I'd left my motorbike at the hotel deciding to take a bus to the city instead. I'd been waiting at the bus stop when she came in to shelter from the rain. I hadn't seen the 'Black Only' sign.I'd read a little about the segregation in South Africa, but hadn't experienced much at first hand, having basically kept to my hotel room since I'd arrived three days earlier.. ” I laugh hard while I nod yes.I plan to do some testing of our slaves tomorrow so I tell everyone to get a good night’s sleep. I keep only the training team in the house as well as Charlotte who’s moved her gear over to one of the bedrooms I have set up for staff to live in. I end up with Erica in my bed. Being tired we just cuddle up and sleep.TuesdayI’m up at my usual time the next day to go for my jog with Sophie and Fiona. At the McDonald’s I wave at two policemen having their breakfast.. He kept thinking about her nice plump boobs, even though she was only 13 she had a good full a, almost b cup. He thought of seeing her hard tiny little nipples, and her tight virgin pussy. He started slowly stroking his rod. She went to the guest room to change. James got an idea. He was going to walk out there at the same time she was “claiming” to be going to the shower. When he heard the door open he grabbed his towel and opened his door. She stopped right in her tracks. He looked at her,.