” I comply and pull my fingers from my ass to keep from slipping off the edge. However, once you push your cock back into my mouth I regain balance ...nd eagerly put my fingers back in my waiting hole.You like it like this and get in to feeding me your hot meat. Pushing a little further every few strokes until you press past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I feel the head of your hard dick popping in and out of my throat opening. This excites me even more and I start pumping my hand hard. "I asked you if the matter of counting the strokes was clear? You will now have six strokes; the extra three for not replying. Now, is that clear?" Yes," she mumbled."Yes what?" Yes I understand," she snapped."Very well, nine strokes it is then. Three more for lack of respect in your answer, which should have been 'Yes, Master'." But..." But nothing. A slave does not say 'but' to her master. Do you want to continue incur more strokes? I think not. Now, may we continue without further. My husband as a bank manager in Pune our native is near Coimbatore Tamilnadu. my experience is very lovable so i like to share with u all once my family with my two children visited our village near Coimbatore for vacation one afternoon I went top roof to collect the clothes children’s were playing husband gone out. mother-in-law was in rest while top of roofI saw some movement in the garden saw my father in law hugging tightly a servant lady he already removed her dresses both were almost nude. I quickly clipped on the bra piece, then rather theatrically I stepped into the bikini bottoms. I hoped he was watching what he could below the curtain line.Then I drew back the curtain. The salesman was standing right in front of me and looked pretty surprised.“How do I look?” I asked, and I gave him a twirl.“Um, great. Stunning!”“I really like it, but it’s white. Could it go see through when it’s wet?”I’d planned that question too!“Er, well no one has ever brought one back,” he replied,.