Three??.her lips where quivering as she counted, panic set in again as she tried to remember which number was she on? Dam, was it 8 or 9? 9 she scr...amed out as the whip reigned down with brutal force across her ass, which was by now a lovely purplish color. NO ?Slut? he said, 8. Now we will have to start over again. One?.. Pleaseeeeeeee Sir, she begged him, no more, as the tears where streaming down her face. He only smiled and ignored her pleas as he continued his assault on her. I went home masturbated countless times. Then I visited her daily we used to look each other and smile. If we were alone I used to touch here and there. She used to give a smile always.One morning when I woke up I got a call, it was her, she asked me to come to her home fast, I became tensed and immediately rang the bell she opened the door, she was looking fresh and was looking sexy in her tight salwar. I entered and she bolted the door, she had that sexy smile on her face, so I got the idea. She’d dragged me in as we walked home late one night. Up against a wall in a dark alleyway littered with used condoms. She said she wanted to feel like a cheap whore. I took out a twenty pound note and tucked it down between her tits. I would have slipped it in her knickers but she never, ever wore any.Now I was a single father and still had erotic dreams.This night, Jenny was kneeling on the bed and being seductive. Even in the dream I know I had a massive erection and in that strange. As we entered the pantry, he locked the door.“Get over there and spread them,” he announced with authority, pointing to a table in the middle of the shelves.“Yes, Sir,” I compliantly answered.“We haven’t got much time,” he announced, as my chef’s pants and underpants got pulled down to my knees.Next, flipping the lid off a strategically placed container on the desk, he spoke, “This will help you accommodate my fat knob,” he concluded as he scooped a finger full of pig fat from the tub.Denny’s.