Every day at about 10 am he used to come to my house to play computer game. I took the advantage. One day when he came I turn on the computer & opened...a folder which was full of semi nude pictures of south actresses and put them on slide show (this incident had been occurred several times). I watched him carefully. He was watching it and his cock was rising. I asked him what he was watching. To my question he blushed and kept mumb. I force him to answer & he said that he love to watch woman’s. ”“She’s naked too, and would you look at the hooters on that young woman?”“DAMN, Lucien. Don’t forget, if you get some of that ass, I get some of her ass too.”“Step out here and let me take another pic of you in the light. I want to see if she likes girls. If she has even thought about a girl before, she’ll do back flips over my sister’s sexy naked ass.”“Look, she kissed her phone and now she’s clapping her hands. Off with the boxers, Lucien.“OMIGOD – LUCIEN! Your dick really is nearly half as. Little me all strung up, naked, full, and waiting.***PAINE** I walk into my bedroom expecting my slave to be asleep and to get to wake her up and see something very unexpected. "Well well well Trixie, aren't you the little inventor?" I say as I tap her nose gently, grinning naughtily. "Oh, shame shame, you didn't get me an outfit out." I pick up the whip and snap it hard across her thighs, leaving a nearly bleeding welt. "BAD BITCH!... But I do like this contraption." I decide to investigate. A small glitch developed, however, in that this congealed nourishment was almost the only thing around to eat. That meant that several times every day, as he was unloading his fledgling riches, someone would mutter, ‘What, Mush again?’ and the birds of burden would suddenly speed over the permafrost. Fred had not devised a simple stopping command, so he had to spend many hours chasing the sled, usually in maddening circles. Not one to be daunted by adversity or common sense, Mr. Smith designed.