- Master, why don’t you slap me sometimes? – asked Thia once in the middle of cleaning my room while I was working on some project drawings.- Excu...e me?- Well…. I know that you love rough sex……and I know that you have some rough games with some girls….Sora told me…… Why don’t you slap me?I smiled, and looked at her. - You really love pain, do you?She shrugged:- I do Master……and humiliation……It all started when I was little girl…… At first I wasn’t surre, but now I am.I was very interested in. "Anything you need to fix it up youlet Loretta over there know. I'll tell her to add it in with thebuilding supplies." Miss Erika, I hope you don't mind me sayin this but you sure are a lotdifferent than anyone else that caught us livin on their place." Vet, I've been down and out and needing a helping hand before. It's myturn to give back what I got in return to the next person in line." Now I can't picture you ever being homeless," he admitted."My Momma, Miss Gina found me after I'd been. And with a moaning sound, she said, “Hmm.. Yes, he definitely works hard.”Wife: But what about me?!Mummy: What about you?Wife: You know that women have needs but he fucks me only twice a week.Mummy was a bit shocked by her boldness.Mummy: Why? Doesn’t his dick get hard? Is he not a real man?Labour guy (whispered): Ohh, you want to feel a real guy?Saying this, he grabbed a small, smooth piece of rod and inserted it into my mom’s ass while his dick was still in her pussy. He grabbed that rod. Since it was a sloppy area, I saw her pee running down the slope and touching my feet. I was blessed. The sound was that of a sexy whistling as if someone opened a tap. I stared at her anus, anticipating some more output. I was rewarded with a long winding fart. The sound was punctuated in the middle with a deep bassy sound as if of a frog croaking. Her fart sound fluttered towards the end with a feeble whhhsssss sound. It made me feel as if her wind was some kind of war beat asking me to be.