She began to spasm. “Don’t stop!” She yelled. “Don’t stop. Keep it up!” I did and the thrusting seemed to reach a peak and then finally...sloweddown, coming to a stop. Her legs relaxed, dropping off of my shoulders. Shereached down and pulled my face up, looking into my eyes. I saw that she wasflushed, her forehead shiny with perspiration. Her eyes still had a mad glintin them. She pushed me off of her and then slid off the couch herself, spinningaround and hiking the hem of her nightgown. When you walk over she opens her legs wider so you can see her slip a finger inside her treasure trove. Your thighs quiver as you stand there with cake in hand. She tells you to lay on your stomach as she takes the plate from you. You oblige and she straddles your back with her wet pussy resting on your lower back. She reaches behind you and plays in your wetness as she leans forward and begins to kiss your shoulders. You arch your ass up so she can really play between those glistening lips. As. My hand continues up past the top of the stockings and then I feel the soft patch of hair between your legs. I have found heaven on earth. As I run my fingers around your clit, your nipples immediately get stiff, I love the sight. “This evening when everyone leaves, I want you to leave with them. Then I want you back here 15 minutes later.” “Yes Master.” You reply. I remove my hand from your wet pussy and you groan. “You may leave now, and for the rest of the day, you will act as if this. She again cried out in pain, but did as she was told and I sent several more slaps to her tits. Deciding to go a bit further, I now punched at her tit sending an even more painful shock through her. She grabbed at her tits again and once more I slapped her hard across her face, "Get those fuckin' hands down" I demanded and when she did, I let loose another blow to her other tit. She tried to cover up again, but the motion of my hand to her face made her keep her hands down. I punched her tits.