- Give him 10 more slaps, Trevon. I didn’t hear you beggin’, boy. Do you want to get fucked like an animal?!- YES, PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE A PIG!- T...at’s better. You’re a good boy just wanting more and more black dick, aren’t you? Put him over the couch, I’ll go firstI was panicking. I could take no more abuse, my head was burning with pain from all the slapping, my throat was aching, my jaw felt out of place, and my ass was red from all the whipping. I needed this to end, and I decided that. They sit around here making crude remarks about everything. I just shake my head. My son is just as bad. His Dad is no better." said Mrs. Kane. I watched her walk around. Her nice big firm ass moved inside her tan pants. She was twice my age but she made me smile. I was not thinking of her in a sexual manner but I would love to see what she had under her sweater. I could not make out a bra but she had to have something keep those big breast from escaping her sweater.We made some more small. She was not much impressed with what she saw - Mark had been far more generously endowed!"Take those slippers OFF" She snapped; she was already warming to her role as a naked dominatrix."And kneel on the floor and kiss both my feet - every toe - PROPERLY!"When he had done as he was told she raised her right foot and presented the sole to him."Lick the sole of my foot all over and then the other one." She could not repress a slight queasiness in her stomach as he eagerly complied."Now get up,. Since the show is about me, you will have to stay there to film me doing nothing. Mike that makes no sense at all." I suggested."Yes, but whatever shit you are planning today, I won't miss filming it either," he replied still smiling. "Besides I can get some shots of you there being all domestic." he addded."Good luck with that. Alright, I'll do that, if after you drop me at the house, you go buy a Mr. Coffee and a pound of Columbian coffee?" I informed him."Done," he replied."Here," Martin.