“I’ll breed you my way, princess. So just enjoy.”She shuddered. “Mmm, yes, Sven.”I loved her submission. A man took charge of his woman’s ...leasures. He gave her what she needed, craved. He worshiped her, loved her, gave her ecstasy because she deserved it. And then he took his pleasure in her. Then he used her and received all the delights of her body. She would do anything for him.Just like my women would do anything for me.My tongue licked through her fresh-tasting folds. Her cream coated my. I had several times guided Mel to spend more of my money to get better quality, eg the plain black leather shoes she needed for school, and none of the items on her shopping list could be described as frivolous or ostentatious; no high-heels, no raunchy underwear, no jewellery or make-up.In addition, Mel was cute, smart, funny, sexually responsive and she had that enticing natural scent and those incredible cherry-red nipples. Even shopping with her had been enjoyable rather than the usual. It seemed almost like exquisite cruelty; this lovely petite girl was totally vulnerable, and was mine to plunder to my heart's content.I was especially aware of just how close I could get to withdrawing the head of my cock from her, before pushing it back through those engorged lips and thrusting it all the way home to her cervix.A good six inches of cock going through her inner lips each time was clearly translating into good feelings for Vee; her chest was bright red, and that was not. “Watch it, Samantha,” Mother warned as she began to spank her harder.The constant slapping finally transformed my idyllic paragon of a sister into a tantrum-causing brat, whining and crying over Mother’s lap. I knew it wouldn’t end well for her. Crying was one thing, but squirming and bucking around was something that Mother hated.“Alright! That’s enough!” she shouted.I was amazed to see Mother slip her flat palm into Samantha’s elastic waistband and pull her leggings down to her ankles. I.