She stood up, and turned away from me. She slid the black sweats down to reveal a white, panty covered, perfect ass. She stepped out of her pants. But...then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and started sliding them down too. There before me was her bare ass. She slid the panties down to her ankles, then slowly bent over away from toto step out of them, and pick them up. I couldn’t see much where her pussy was, except an outline through her thigh gap. She slid the sweats. “Show me.” I insist She opens her mouth and I look in. Not seeing any cum I put my hands under her arms and lift her to her feet. I see that she has small bruises on her nipples. I guess I was pinching hard. I hope my Dad is gone for a few days. I'll have to go easy on her while he's away. Holy fuck I'm planning to this more? “May I go get cleaned up and go to bed SIR?” she pleads. She looks so pretty with her smeared lipstick and her eye liner and mascara running down her cheeks. Pulling my. My pulse is raging; I cannot believe this is happening! “Good. Now bend over,” He stands and points to the bed; I promptly oblige. He runs His hand over my perfectly round, plump ass while keeping the other firmly on my hip. SLAP! I moan as the pain turns to pleasure; I can feel the handprint on my ass cheek as He lands another on the opposite side. SLAP! I moan again. “This is not a punishment spanking kitten. Punishments will be given with more force,” Master states. “I understand. Let me jog your memory? Do you remember the Moscow to London route - oh, I'm not sure of the date - it would be, about..." 1938!" Mischa said. "Soon after that, they gave me Tashkent. They would rotate the crews. I guess it was to stop anyone getting too friendly with the locals. We didn't want any of our pilots getting subverted by capitalist ideas," he chuckled."They may want to go swanning around the English countryside in flashy American cars, Mischa," she chortled. "1938? You are probably.