”“Oops. Sorry. Slip of tongue.”“Your sorry is not granted. You have to be punished for it.”“Ok, I am ready to get any punishment from you....But can I ask you what is my punishment?”“Let me think about it, I will tell you later. But first, you should call me Pravin now.”“I am a little bit hesitant to call you with your name.”“Why? I am now your friend, not only boss. What is the problem?”“Ok, I will call you as Pravin from now on.”“That’s like a good girl. By the way, you sleep in the bedroom. He had cum in her and she was worried about protection. "How was that my slut?" he asked. Emma continued to sob quietly. "Stop that crying bitch!" Mr B grabbed the cane and whipped the girl. Whipped her with all his pentup fury. Emma screamed and writhed as the blows rained down on her. The strokesacross her breasts were the most intense pain of her life. Mr B stopped after a minute, panting. He threw a bikini at her and uncuffedher. "Get dressed you brazen whore," he whispered nastily. He. "Yeah, he's coming over for lunch tomorrow for interview." Can I sit in?" You're part owner," shrugged McCock as he turned into his room and then collapsed onto the bed.Polack cursed under his breath; removed McCock's shoes, then his own and collapsed himself.The pounding on the door at mid forenoon brought Polack's eyes open to find himself staring into those of McCock's who asked slurrily,"And what is my excuse that I find myself in bed with you?"Polack saw the humour, and protested in a. '" Would it have stopped you, Susan?" I don't know. I'm just grateful you didn't say it." He was good." It was a statement."Mike, I don't know how to tell you this without hurting you, but this last week was the best sex of my life. I have never been fucked like that before, and now I'm worried I'll never be fucked like that, again." We could try."Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew Susan had had several orgasms, but I also knew something else.It wasn't the same, was it, Susan?" Maybe.