Slowly pumping in and out of her not wanting to hurry to much he reaches down and grabs her nipples hard, twisting, and pully them till she feels like...they are going to rip off. “God baby you feel so good. Do you like what your master is doing to you, do you think you deserve your punishment and pain?” He asks as he hears her sobs and sees her tears falling from her scrunched up face. “Yes master, I deserve my pain, and love it when you hurt me. I am such a naughty whore thank you for. Unfortunately, I think he must have taken that as a signal to go further because his hand now pulled away and began ‘wandering’ down across my stomach. As he did so, I felt his hand brush against my erect organ, unconstrained beneath the duvet. Needless to say, my heart was racing, surely loud enough for him to hear it! His hand came to rest on my erect and sensitive penis and he closed his fingers around it softly. I tried not to twitch but, you know how it is, you can’t help it; an. I had a heart attack, this would ruin my life. My dad is definitely gonna kill me, I ran to my preeti teachers hours to fall on her feet and apologize her. I knocked the door and she opened it with extreme anger on her face. She was shouting at me for keeping a camera and stalking at her. I begged her crying to not to say my parents about it. She was showing no signs of mercy. After an hour or so, she said she would give me a chance if I do what ever she wants me to do from now.I agreed. We’d had a thousand printed up and were out by noon. It slowed down a bit after the first month, but still did a booming business.Two months later the pastry shop opened, again to good press. The Grandmas made a personal appearance, stunned to find they were celebrities in their own right. Oprah had heard about them, invited them on to her show. She seemed amazed at the story, especially about my involvement. Grandma Greely grinned. “Who knew a flat tire, collard greens and an extraordinarily.