He straightened, his eyes flicking up and down her body.“I thought you needed some ... care,” I told him. “I know things have been so stressful ...rom this horrible tragedy that has befallen my father.”“It’s more than a tragedy, princess,” he said as Greta reached him. She grabbed his hands, pulling them to her breasts. He squeezed them as he let out a groan.“I need you well rested to aid my father,” I continued. “A man needs his seed drained regularly, doesn’t he? To rest? And I know my Greta. “We have been in Lockdown for 16 days Ben, and the only person I have been close to apart from my family is you. We don’t have symptoms do we? So in theory it kinda ok isn’t it? He said late one night.“I guess you are right. There is nothing wrong with your logic. We could.. we really could” I was instantly won over by his argument. He interrupted my thoughts with…“Tomorrow then? My first time?” He nervously proposed. I smiled in the dark. “It will have to be quick I’m afraid. Is that ok?” He. "Don't hurt me, Ma'am--please don't hurt!" Relax your legs and your bottom," Mildred hissed.Shivers of fear ran across Mabel's flesh; then her buttocks grew limp, opened--and Mildred drove the butt of the whip into her cook's vulva."Now, isn't that nice?" Mildred slurred as she drove the two-inch wide butt between the vaginal lips.Mabel took short, jerky breaths as the leather butt penetrated her.Mildred squirmed around the butt-end, watching the wet tissue clutch at it, ooze out when she. "Just a radio that I built so that I could listen to music as I shower. Do you want me to turn it off?" I started reaching for the power switch."No," Tiff said, "just get out I need to shower and get going." She practically pushed me out the door.I stood in the hallway for a few seconds. She turned up the radio and started the shower. I went to my room and locked my bedroom door. I turned on my TV and switched to channel Tiff. She was just taking off her robe. I watched her hang it on the hook..