He falls to the ground knocked out cold. You stand there in shock, your mouth hanging open and your eyes wide with disbelief. I walk to your side and ...ring my arm around your waist. I pull you to me. I can feel you quivering against my arm, too scared to move or scream. I lead you to my car, put you in the backseat and lay you down. &hellip,.. You finally wake up from your alcohol induced slumber to find yourself handcuffed and shackled to my four post bed. Your clothes are still on and Im. A hairbrush placed conveniently and innocently besideher chair was quickly brought into play. He had cried and gasped with the realisationthat he was indeed being spanked. The fire in his buttocks had brought himto floods of tears as he was relentlessly spanked with the hard-backed brush. "What a naughty cry-baby you are… thinking that you could have yourway with me… how disgusting… aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Herwords had so belittled him that it was a few seconds before he realised. When I was ready I grabbed her clit between my lips and began lashing it with my tongue. Her body went totally rigid, her moan was filled with bliss. She flooded my face with her youthful nectar.I flipped her onto her back, climbed above her kissing her, letting her taste her own juices, and allowing my hardness to rub between her legs to get lubricated for what was to come. I reared back and aligned the bulbous head at her slickened opening. "Are you ready to pay the rent Lisa?" I asked while. "Tyrea." Gwendolyn had her phone out. "I'm sending you a picture of asculpture. If you and the other Mistresses wish to view it in person youmay wish to hurry. It has been purchased for the Frost Museum."Suddenly both Fillandra and Tyrea were there."See I told you Erotic snow sculptures would be just fine," said Tyrea."Kittens?" Momma, it's just the senior Kittens," said Fillandra. Tyrea lookedshocked that Fillandra had called her Momma in public."Tyrea, they know that you are my Kitten.