“Yes baby!” She cried, “Mummy is your whore, bought and paid for. Do what you like with her…anything you like.” She saw the fire in his eyes... all vestiges of his loving son had evaporated away, leaving only the a****l lust as he slapped her tits again, slamming his cock up her cunt with full force. “Take me completely,” she said, “Show me how you control me.”David was lost in the red mist, this was not his mother beneath him, it was just a piece of fuck meat, a worthless whore that was there to. "Theyobviously weren't as long as now, but I had these little pink Frenchround tips not nearly as long as you have this weekend." You know I kind of remember those," said Craig as she painted his ringfinger. "You used to wear them like that for school, and then change thema lot on breaks or long weekends." Wow, you really did pay attention then," smiled Tara, switching to redpolish now and jumping back to the other hand, painting his index finger."Maybe," said Craig, getting embarrassed as she. Despite herself, the woman couldn’t take her eyes off Peggy’s shapely body, especially her pert nipples which were clearly visible through the thin material of her sun dress. The woman’s gaze was so intent that she almost let Peggy step past her and reach the door. As Peggy stepped past her, the woman was able to gaze upon arguable one of Peggy’s best assets, her firm round buttocks. Finally the woman snapped out of it. ‘Ms. Sanford, excuse me Ms. Sanford,’ the woman called out. Peggy stopped,. But, my conscience told me that if I didn’t get under control, I would pay the price of my disobedience with pain. That thought only made me more determined to plow ahead.Master always wants me to pay him daily morning homage and perhaps my overloaded brain thought that if I showed sufficient humility and deference by an evening dose of homage he might be more lenient on me when he decided on my punishment. Truth be told, punishment was not what was motivating my impulses at that moment. But,.