She recognized my voice and let me in. But I instantly shut the door. She asked in an unusual way, “Why ha have you ….?”.Her tangled hair, unpro...erly worn clothes, and slurred speech indicated that she was drunk. She had a verbal fight with her hubby last night. I went close to her and hugged her. She said, “Ahhh. What ar are you..?”. I could feel her big boobs in my chest. It felt nice.I pulled off her salwar suit. In an effort to run, she fell on the ground. Left only with her bra and. Grateful my blindfold is still on, hiding the fact that I'm crying. My ass on fire now I wait for the next one but it doesn't come. "Do you trust me slave?" "Yes mistress" my voice cracks revealing my crying.I feel your hand caress my sore ass. "Your ass is so red slave. But I think it can get redder. Just 5 more slave" "Yes mistress" I swallow hard not sure I can take anymore. CRACK I yell out as that one was harder then the others. "Thank you mistress"By the last one I'm full on crying not. "It looks really sexy." Would you like to taste it, Mister?" asked Sabrina in a high-pitched, childish voice.I grinned at her and dove in, licking like a thirsty dog. She was only the slightest bit muskier than her sister."I want some too," Missy said, so I moved my head to one side and she pushed her face in next to mine. Our cheeks rubbed together as we lapped at both sides of Sabrina's pouting, hairless cunt. I sucked up a mouthful of the little blonde's tangy juice and pressed my lips to. ”“Oh, no. You're a brat, not a princess. And a slutty one, too.” I blew him a kiss. He made a gesture of grabbing it. He pointed at me then. “Get your lap top. I am going to send you an email. Some music for you. Give me your email. Download them. Now.”I gave him my naughty email., not my regular one. After placing the cell on the sill and getting my laptop, I checked my inbox. There they were. Downloaded them. I picked the phone back up.“Ok.”“Good job, brat. Now, play the music..