She calmly, and deliberately, landed her paddle as hard as she physically could to drive home each of those final twelve smacks.“Whap!” “Whap!�... “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”The forty-year-old woman held the small leather paddle against Zofeya’s hot and throbbing bottom before she lifted it and threw it back onto the sofa next to where she sat. The experienced disciplinarian reached down and picked up the large white plimsoll. She tapped it. And then I decided to head outside the door for a break from all the cigarette smoke. “Where you going?” He asked. As I stood and took a step. “Gotta get a little air.” I replied and pointed to the door. He nodded and stood, then stepped to the door and opened it for us. I couldn’t help but grin while staring, then gesture for him to exit first. All the while gazing at his ass and loving the throb of my cock along my thigh. “Feels better out here, doesn’t it?” He asked. And lightly punched. Marco told them he would fuck me first as I was his bitch and they could fight over who was next as long as he had his knot first.great to be gangbangedSomeone put on the lamp and now I could see all these strange faces young and old and all holding their dicks most erected in hand. His dad was diabetic and his erection wasn’t the best but he told me to climb on top of his dad and make him feel good. I do as I was told and put his half erect cock in my pussy and began to fuck his dad. Marco. It was all kept very quiet so as not to embarrass anyone the respective governments. No explanations were given on how come, three people who went missing in Korea, turned turned up years later, being held in Russian. My father was never forthcoming with what exactly had happened. I suspect there could be a novel in his exploits if he would only tell his story. But with the Cold War going on all sorts of strange things happened back then. Mother was frantic, she had lost her loving husband.