I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. "No escape now" I thought to myself.A big hand crashed down on onto her right ass cheek"Ahhhh!" she yelped in surprise followed by another on the left a second later "Uhhhn" she yelped quieter and more sexually this time. Again on the right, a loud clap echoing through the house, again on the left. Each hard slap pulling a soft sharp moan/yelp from her pretty lips. I slapped until her ass was a dark shade of red. (slightly less satisfying than a pale white ass i will admit) Once i was satisfied. I'llsave her from the fuchsia rumba panties at least. I get the nightie forher but she looks up at me, pleading."Come on," I urge her, "and do what your mother says."Eventually, I get her into the nightie, tuck her into bed, and wish her agood night.I cross the hall to Mom's room to finally get this make-up off. Herensuite has an endless array of cosmetics. I have no idea which one doeswhat. Luckily a large tub of cream is labeled "make-up remover". In amoment, all the make-up is gone. My eyes. I can't do anything to make it better; I'm sorry." I wouldn't let you anyway," Colette concluded.Colette set up the brazier with the iron rods that would be used to cauterize her piercings. She also set up the piercing clamp. It was a punch borer, much like the device leather smiths use to punch holes in pieces of leather, only it was sharper, larger, and meant for softer, more pliable tissues.Manu called up the Sheik to let him know they awaited his pleasure. He soon arrived accompanied by his.