” Roopa straddled me on the couch and slowly lowered her wet pussy onto my cock, sighing lightly as it slid home. “It’s so nice to have a hard d...ck for a change,” she said as she started grind her pelvis against me. Roopa was in control of this fuck and I was happy to let her lead. I did have a few tricks of my own though so I placed my hand against the base of my dick, bending the middle finger slightly so her clit rubbed against the knuckle. She quickened her pace, sliding back and forth on. She carried a long thin package wrapped in newspaper. "It's about time you got here, young lady!" Bethany scolded. "Get yourself into the punishment room right now. I want you facing the punishment bench, bare-bottomed, and your skirt hiked up!" "Yea ma'am," Elisa squeaked, and hurried to do her mistress' bidding. Bethany quickly started the several hidden video cameras, locked the outside doors, and regally strolled into the punishment room. She picked up one of the crepe myrtle switches Elisa. She was a marketing tool for charity. She smiled and cried out "Oooowww!! Ooooh! Mistress! I'll be good!" She winked at Tina to make sure she knew. Tina made a great theatrical "Ha ha!" laugh and brought the paddle down on Quinn's ass again, making another loud slapping noise. Quinn made another "Ooow!" and started to shake her ass. They kept this up for a few minutes while the crowd whooped and cheered. After a few minutes, Mistress Tina said, "Let's raise the stakes, slave!" and she flipped. ’ So I slipped the straps off my shoulders self-consciously holding the cups over the fleshiness of my breasts. Then, taking a deep breath, I let my bra fall to my feet. My breasts felt cool in the exposure but the hardness of my nipples and the goose bumps on my flesh were not from feeling cool. Peter leapt to his feet and sprang toward me. He mashed his lips against mine, but this time his hands were all over my breasts, rubbing them, pinching the nipples. ‘Ohhh… yesss… ‘ he was whispering in.