I was pleased to see that she still held her arms behind her back and her knees were well spread."Do you know who I am slut?" No Miss." But you know t...e system of this land?" Yes Miss." I am a Mistress. I know the value and necessity of punishment. But even I am shocked by what you have shown me if it was, as you say, an unnecessary punishment." I had failed to clean the floors to her satisfaction Miss." Was it your usual practice to be slack with your duties?" No Miss. Of course not Miss."She. ”“Oh, my.”“Tell me about it. Thanks for offering dinner. We will see you and Robert about 18:00.”“Bye.”AT THE ROBERTSON’SWe took the elevator to the fifth floor. Apartment 502 was easy to find. I knocked. Mrs. Robertson opened the door. We were greeted by the smell of a wonderful dinner. We saw Mr. Robertson in the kitchen. I said, “Dinner smells excellent. You are both wonderful cooks.”“Honey, Robert is the cook. He lets me help sometimes. I am an accountant, not a cook. You two ladies look. I closed my eyes and surrounded to his wishes.Slowly he filled my tight cunt. I let out a loud moan when I felt his cockhead getting to the bottom. Then I started balancing my body back and forth.I recalled on my loving Victor and I tried not to think what could happen if he would know what I was doing…The Terminator started moving his hips as he massaged my round boobs and licked my hard nipples with his soft tongue. I sensed waves of pleasure as he pumped his dick in my body.I got excited as. She lifted her skirt and pulled aside her industrial cotton panties, giving the short, fat, balding man with the misshapen nose a good look at her shaved babushka. "Is to be quickie, Comrade Marshall, or are we make time for couch today?"Two hours later, as she arose from the couch and began dressing, the Comrade Marshall handed her a few neatly wrapped packages. "For going away presents," he explained. "Is going to be lonesome here without my best student ever. I give you small somethings to.