He shakes his head and leans down giving me a soft kiss and pulling my hands away from my body, ‘You’re beautiful, baby… Don’t hide it.’ He ...resses his lips against mine again and crawls back down between my legs, this time not wasting any time. His tongue probes my pussy and I whimper, my back arching off the bed and a loud moan escapes my mouth. His tongue slides in and out, fucking me. His thumb once again circles around my clit while my hands cup my breast. My moans fill the room, my body. I was therefore clearly able to see who the figure was.Marc was a senior and one of the studs at the school. He was a brilliant swimmer and water polo player and had the typical body that one would expect of someone proficient in these disciplines. Not only was Marc beautifully built, but he was by far the best-looking guy in our school. Also wearing swimming trunks and with a towel draped over his shoulder, he moved toward me.Naturally, I immediately tried to hide my cigarette.“So, are you. The veins on my forehead pulsated as I followed her into the kitchen. I pulled a chair out from the dining table and took a seat. Marcia babbled that our marriage was falling apart for months and that I did nothing to stop it. She asserted that it was all my fault due to my constant travelling. “The best thing may be for me to write this in a letter. When I'm done, I will place it on the counter and step out of the house for you to read it in silence,” she advised. I nodded in agreement, made. “Thank you Mistress.” Is all her slave utters along with a slight moan after each blow.Tears are starting to form in the slave’s eyes when the spanking stops.“Spread your legs slut.”“Mistress…please.” She begs knowing what is coming.“Now.”“Please…Mistress… I will remember…slaves eat on the floor…please,” she begs the tears falling from her eyes now.Mistress swings the belt across her ass harder than ever again and again and then stops and say,“Now spread your legs and don’t make me repeat.