But now Master was surely going to punish me for presuming to walk and for talking to him with my mouth full. I tried to articulate as well as I could...around the handle, “I’m sorry, Master.” He bent down to me and held my face in his hands. “You are a very sorry puppy, aren’t you, Puppy?” I nodded. “Do you want to make it up to your Master?” I sat up straighter, excited at the prospect and nearly spit out the cat as I yelped, “Yes, Master!” He dug in his pocket and my eyes were trained on his. Somehow she was able to laugh at my unsophisticated dissertation without seeming insulting or derisive. Her laughter was infectious and soon we were giggling like schoolgirls, so to speak.She embarked upon a lecture that lasted far in to the night, taking a risk of a good hard flogging if we were caught together in her bed, especially completely naked. She expanded upon everything Mama had taught me, but made certain that I learned the proper naughty vocabulary to describe things. She also told. Yeh dekh kar chachi bahut haraan hoi aur boli yeh to phir se khada ho gaya aur chachi ne use dubaara chuppe maarne lagi chachi boli maza aa gaya maine kaha chachi abhi to ek aur maza lena hai chachi boli ab kya to maine kaha chachi abhi to aapki bund bhi maarni hai chachi boli nahin abhi to meri fudi tera lun ka dard nahin sahen kar paayi to tu bund maarna chahta hai main mar jaaungi maine chachi ko zabardasti koda kiya aur unki gaand main apna lund daalna shuru kiya chachi ko bahut dard ho. It just kept getting better and better.“How long has this been going on?” I asked.“We played around the last time she was home,” Joan said.“Yeah, Daddy. I made it with a girlfriend and I wanted Mom to see how good it feels. But don’t worry, I like men, too.”I shamelessly stroked my cock as Joan sucked her daughters beautiful tits. She untied the ribbon and ran her hand down over the golden belly to the furry mound. Karen moaned as her mother ground the heel of her hand into her moans. I crossed.