And immediately covered my mouth, realizing what I just did. He looked over at me, with furious eyes, and grabbed me off the floor where I was kneeli...g, by his feet, and took me to his bedroom. "YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU ARE A SLAVE. YOU TREAT ME WITH RESPECT DAMN IT!" He yelled at me, the fury clear in his venomous voice. I started balling, mumbling "sorry Master, sorry." under my breath. "Stop crying slave, you are to be punished. Now. Lay down" he said more softly this time. I. .or boli “wah mere raja….. “maza aa gaya”aaj tumhara 1st time tha,fir bhi tumne ek he baar main itne shots maar kar meri chut ko faad diya”Tumhara yeh “kela”bahut taakat wala hain”…..aaaaahhhh main pura nanga aunty ki chut main lund daale unpar leta tha…..tab aunty boli “raj,aaj se apni special tution ka 2 ki jagah 4 ghanta hogi”…..or hum dono ek dusre ko dekh hasne lage….main waise he unki “chut”main lund daale khada raha….thodi der baad maine apna lund bahaar nikala…….mera “kela”puri tarah. Finally, he was behind me pulling me back onto all fours, soothing and caressing my skin on my ass before sending himself hard, deep and fast into my sopping wet pussy! I was not expecting it after the rapid belting I'd just taken, but he must've been able to tell how wet it had made me as he slid straight in, full-length pressing in as far as he could go. I took a good hard fucking, eyes still shut, mouth wide open in search of something to breathe, him pulling my ass cheeks apart making me. On the bottom of the carving was the word, "Nymph".The statue was very well done and it got my mind to thinking. It looked very much like the woman that had been in my boat. I decided that I had to buy the statue and maybe I could begin some investigation into how the artist had come up with the idea.The statue jostled my memory and resurrected some of the stories that my dad had told me when I was young. He would talk about a beautiful creature that inhabited the northern waters. It was told.