" He agreed quickly, moving his hands to cover his penis. SLAP!! I spanked him again, as hard as I had the last time, and he winced. "Are you ashamed ...f your penis?" "N-No Mistress." "Then why are you trying to hide it from me, slave?" I chuckled. "Do you think I haven't seen one before?" "I...No, Mistress." My dad moved his hands away from his cock. It was dark now, straining with excitement and I wasn't doing anything he didn't want me to. "I think I should punish you." I put a finger to my. Eyes filled with tears, I obey, choking out the words."Bad girl." The belt falls, sending waves over pain from my cunt through my body."Dirty girl," I say, trying to tense up and block the sensations.I keep saying it, over and over again. And each time he smacks my burning cunt with the belt. I can't stop saying it and I don't know why.I don't know how many times it happens, but all I know is he wants it and that is enough.Finally, I am whimpering, saying the words, "Bad girl, dirty girl," over. He looked up at his gorgeous wife. She was a larger woman but Jason liked them big. She had 48DD breasts, 42 inch waist, and 46 inch hips. She had jet black long hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful round face. Jason really adored his wife’s body.Slowly, Heather lowered herself down and grabbed Jason’s cock. She continued to lower her dripping wet cunt on to his throbbing meat. She knelt down and started to thrust her body making his cock slide in and out of her wet hole. Jason reached up. Petite, maybe 57, very skinny, and clearly lacking the food and nutrition she would need, a theme that appeared to be fairly commonplace from what Id seen among the weaker-looking of the inmates. She had beautiful long auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and nice pert breast and ass despite her skinny nature, all traits Im sure didnt help her situation amongst the other prisoners in here. Whats yours?, she added, me almost forgetting where we were, admiring her beauty. Im Zara, I replied,.