”Thwack!“Four. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Six. Th...nk you, Master.”When he had finished, the Master ordered his slave to kneel, and stood in front of him."Caning you has made my cock hard and uncomfortable. Undo my trousers and kiss my shorts, slut."The slave obeyed."No good, slut. I'm still hard. Pull my pants down."The slave pulled his Master's pants down and watched as his thick cock sprang up in front of. I make the bed, and finishe my chores. I know if I don’t get it done before the kids get home, I never will get it done. When the kids do get home, I help them with homework before starting dinner. I decide on making meatloaf, knowing it’s one of my husband’s favorite meals. Like I said, we have a good marriage, and I do like making him happy. When he gets home, we sit around the table, and talk about our days. The kids are excited for practice tomorrow, and my husband goes on to talk about. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My skirt swayed. I could feel it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my blood boiling.“Expect me to be his little girl,” I muttered. “Eff that!”I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at. All of his weight is focused on pressing into her. He grinds away – now it’s not in and out, but side to side, not leaving contact with her clit. She starts, feeling it well up from inside of her. She feels it growing, spreading out from her pussy. The warmth, the tingling takes control of her whole body. It has complete control of her now. Her body seizes in spasm, short panting squeals escaping from her lips. Her arms and legs pull at him so hard it is painful. She is locked up for what.