Eventually, I made the first move. I took off my trousers and underpants, went to bed, kneeled beside it, and then bent over onto the covers, leaving ...y bottom exposed.“Let us begin with five smacks each and see how it goes.”“Okay.”James picked up a plimsoll and, without further ado, let loose its fury on my bare bum. I shrieked as excruciating heat and pain surged through both buttocks. Reality sank in, and any lingering bravado drained away as I realised how much my butt was about to suffer.. Light brown hair with just a touch of gray and cut by an expert, not a hack at SuperCuts. A navy blazer that was obviously Italian and custom-tailored to his fit torso. This rested on a pair of broad shoulders. A white button-up with only the top button open. Charcoal slacks fit his muscular legs perfectly and he sported a pair of walnut monk-straps. The latter showed a bit of flair. Oxfords would have been the safe choice, but monk-straps are just edgy enough to impress but still be. “Kara, you’re worth your weight in gold.”She smiled. “Call it my mitzvah. For today, anyway.”“Beck’s rubbing off on you,” I said.“Yes, my Jewish sister – the older one. You’re the middle one. I’m the young one.”“A sub-set of the sisters around here,” I said.She smiled. “Yeah, they’re like that, aren’t they?”“They all bring something,” I spoke.“So do you.”“I don’t know what I bring. I’m just restarting my college thing. I don’t have skills. I don’t have a mate. I hardly contribute...”“You’re our. He was slower to achieve his aims this time, his victim feeling her back passage almost burning from the friction of his thrusting, ramming, and cramming. She felt him pumping quite a surprising emission into her, filling her bowel then his removal and the cool air on the ravaged nerves, thanking her maker that it was over, though it was shot-lived once more as she felt the head of that terrible black imitation cock at her back door and knew what was about to happen. Wild-eyed with fear she.