"This was the only bit of news to spoil the show but we decided it was atiny price to pay for having our own ponies. We dashed upstairs and put on ...ur oldest frilly frocks and panties. Theywere party frocks and petticoats that had become tatty with play but theystill just fitted our blossoming bodies. Despite Aunty Janet's strictdress rules, we still played on Harriet's farm and it was impossible foreven the most genteel little girls to keep the frocks immaculate forever.These were our old. She had hoped to get out of it. She wondered if he would tell her what the punishment if she asked, then decided that he wouldn’t. She sat and thought on it and what it would consist of. She wondered if it was normal for a slave to dread punishment. Finally she came to the conclusion that dwelling on it was going to make it any easier. She decided to change the subject.“So where are we going dancing at tonight?” She asked.He had watched her deal with the thought of punishment and almost laughed. I wanted him to kiss me from head to toe, wanting me to beg for his throbbing manhood.As we walked into the room, the fresh aroma of my sweet vanilla mixed with cinnamon perfume flooded our noses, making him pull me close. He brushed the hair away from my face, as I gasped for air quickly as he kissed me softly, making my whole body shudder. I began to reach for his pants, only to have him grab my hand, and wave his index at me, telling me no. He slowly walked backwards, taking off his jacket. Taking up my belt that’s around her waist I line up my dick. My wife, feeling my dick-head lodge into her pussy braces herself to receive her most recent fantasy; to be r4aped by a burglar!She’s so wet that I sink into the tight pussy before I get a chance to thrust. Pulling on the belt I savagely take my wife. She in turn arches her back to receive the onslaught; groaning her delight. A slight film of perspiration coats my wife’s back as she continues to struggle. Lizzy must be wishing that.