”“That’s it Big Daddy, go wild back there you big dicked man.”And I had hammered it home—grabbing and gripping Kayla’s hips and pulling he... to me in counterpoint to my pumping, her pretty cheeks quaking. I shot off inside her and had howled out in triumph—one more blasting load, my load, my fucking load into the pussy of a sweet looking, big boobed little vixen. I had stayed inside that pussy for a while and rubbed lovingly over her back, ass, shoulders, cherishing this pleasure giving woman. . She : what are you wearing?Me : why ? I am in my shorts. She : you boys are free to wear less in these summer days but we girls has to suffer.Me : why what do you wear at home? (till that point I have not known what she wears at home)She : obviously salwar.. what else.?Me : seriously ? you can wear small clothes for being relaxed. I thought you are wearing night suits.She: No till now I don’t own a jeans and night wear also.Me : what you don’t have jeans also.She: No never tried and don’t know. Richie felt that was an unladylike display and would earn her the paddle later. Her skirts had become shorter and tighter as the weeks near finishing high school passed and she wore jeans her rear now a touch fuller.However, in respect to doing this to his sister although an adult was difficult, but a lesson about safety, endangerment nd lack of empathy for putting friends in danger to rescue her from The Red Devils. Richie made Joanie, a guarantee. He said that before he was done, she would be. A small hope at best but it was the only one she had.He moved to each corner of the bed and tightened the chains until she was securely bound in a spread eagle position, completely vulnerable.He had done this several times a day for the past week and she vividly recalled each instance.The whip would come next. It always did. She remembered how he would call her his slave while he beat her. Angry welts would form on her belly, breasts and thighs. Welts that must fade quickly as none were in.