"They were from someone called Johnny and they explained that he had been wrongly imprisoned for robbery, Sir," the maid stammered."And what else did ...ou see?" Money, Sir, lots of money. Many thousands of dollars I think. And there is a necklace of diamonds and rubies in a case."Osvaldo tried with supreme effort to calm himself down."You have done well, Theresa. Make sure that your mistress doesn't know that you have found these things or told me of them." Of course, Sir. By the looks of. One of the New York Dolls (cant remember his name). Madonna (any era). Trent Reznor. Those three girls out of TLC. Just WHOEVER. Scenarios often feature this dreamed-up punk babe who leads me like a dog through my adventures. Quite a bit older than me. A ghostly guru. Wise and poetic/ wild and sensual/ sharp as a razor too. A kind of super-exagerated Patti Smith. I remember listening to *Horses*/ *Radio Ethiopia* and *Easter* when I was eighteen. I could hardly believe Id discovered this woman. One. Again the belt came down on my ass, Sir! Two, Sir. The beating continued, the belt striking me again and again. Each time I called out the number. My ass and upper legs hurt like I have never experienced. It stung, burned and felt like I was bleeding. After ten swats my body was no longer under my control and fighting to get out of the bindings. I was in control enough to continue my counting. By twenty-five my body finally submitted to the brutal beating. When he stopped at fifty I could. I grabbed her breast and she start fucking me very hard. I was so aroused with that look that I cant control myself and finally came.After few minutes we started for our second session. We started fucking in doggy style, and I just grabbed her waist and started spanking her. It is so hot to see her in that position and I started humping her. She was moaning so loudly.I grabbed her hair with one hand and breast with the other hand. She screamed that she is about to cum so I increased my speed..