Shafiq maintained a steady rythmic spamking of my sister’s ass which was intesifying every passing moment with a great force. My dear sister’s ass...had begun to turn red but the way she took the spanking, it seemed that my slut Simran, loved it. Shafiq then, without any warning, pushed his finger into Simran’s butt hole. She seemed to cringe but only for a moment. Then both of them resumed fucking in the same normal style, his finger dipping deeper into my sister’s shit hole and fucking her. Plus, he had no right to call me a snob, just because I am not one of his concubines. I know you and Daddy think the world of him, but he is never going to be any more than he is right now, a hayseed Romeo with a menial job.”Caroline braced her self for an explosion, but incredibly, her mother just looked at her sadly and shook her head.“I can’t believe a child of mine could purposely say something that hurtful. And I can’t believe a woman as smart as you could misjudge someone so badly. As far. Years of Sunday school telling him that the very thought of such an act would surely doom him to Hell. The landlord seemed unfazed by Steve's fears."It's that or the streets, Mr. Burnside." The landlord spoke these words softly, but the cruelty was still there. "And what of dear little Abigail? A sick baby won't last on the streets, especially during a cold winter." Sir, please." Steve whimpered."Only one thing that I'll take instead of cash. Your body." Sir," Steve started to say something but. It was a real turn-on for me because I dreaded the embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position by some righteous mature lady with old-fashioned values.The bed and breakfast where I was living gave me two welcome admirers in the form of the mother Ellie and the son Tom who both visited my bedroom but never at the same time. Ellie was an attractive mature woman with a liking for spanking my bottom and telling me,"You have been a bad girl!"Tom was just a regular guy but he was.