He took one spoon and kept it back and said.Mr. Paul: One plate, one spoon, and one hand.Shikha: Sir, no, please.He takes another spoon from her hand ...nd kept that aside and says.Mr. Paul: You are right, we have your beautiful and tasty hands, who needs a spoon and spoil the taste.Oh man, I was astonished. My wife really took some dal-rice in her hand and started feeding him like a kid. He made the huge sound of sucking all from her hand. She suddenly pulled her hand and looked down with. A very beautiful site but I didn’t touch.He pulled her back over his knee and began to spank rigourously and she started wriggling and crying saying she wouldn’t do it again, he continued for 5 minutes and she was very red and blubbering profusely. He stopped. Stood her up and made her show me again telling her to open her cheeks for me which she did with more protests. My hand is aching now I am going to ask Master to continue. He picked up the narrow thick leather paddle I had brought. Apart. Her cunt was still so tight that it didn't take long for me to feel the cum boiling in my balls and working up through the base of my cock. Then with one last giant thrust I pushed my cock deeper into her then ever before, as my cum pulsed through the tip of my cock head. Once again the condom preformed its function and collected my life giving seed sparing her young fertile womb from possible impregnation. With the final pulse we fell to the bed in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms. Once. I followed her back. Evidently they'd been having breakfast. Mrs. Babcock sat me down, poured me a cup of coffee and stared at me for a full minute."How much do you make a week?" she demanded."Forty dollars," I answered."You've spent twenty here in the last ten days. You gonna live on dog food?" I'm okay," I lied."Bull!" she said. "I'll not have you spending all your money in my whorehouse and not taking care of yourself. From how on, you're on a diet!" Rita looked uncomfortable. Mrs. Babcock.