You bite your lip and yelp when something rough slaps your ass and you try and picture what is hitting you. Strands of a rough material sting your as... and legs as you realize he has begun to beat you with some kind of whip. You cry out "Why? I didn't yell! Why are you hurting me? Please stop!" and hear another sigh. "First thing slut. I'll hit you if I want to hit you. Fuck you if I want to fuck you. Got it?" You nod slowly as the whip slaps against your pussy and the plug bounces. Could you please send him up to my room when he arrives” I said. I tried to act as if it was nothing, to be as confident as possible. But my tummy was doing butterflies as a was saying it. “And could you also give him this parcel when he arrives too”I walked off as quickly as possible but I swear I could hear the two girls on reception muttering under their breath about me. I let Max know the room number as soon as I got in the room. His reply was instant “good little slutty sub. See you. The next day Mr. Raj called me and informed me about my mom’s first customer who are three rich young guys of my age then she got ready and she wearied a “black burqa” which is d usual wear of Muslims. We got a taxi and reached the place where Raj asked us to come, Murray welcomed us and he got amazed seeing my mom’s figure and murmured in my ears that “your mom is so sexy than I expected and she can earn 10,000 rs per day” then he asked about burqa and I explained him that I didn’t disclosed. ” “Awe, poor Daddy. You work awfully hard taking care of us. Why don’t you go take a hot shower and try and relax, I know that helps me when school gets to me. Me and Crys will help Mom clean up in here.” My girls, I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. How could I disagree with three smiling, angelic faces all nodding in agreement? I made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bath. Before I was far up the stairs, but far enough to be out of view I.