Too late now to get out of it, but at least my young sister was safe and ignorant of the fee paying arrangements. My parents were probably getting it ...orst, political prisoners in a Congo jail did not sound like much fun either.I was uncuffed from the cross and led to a well lit side room, rather like a beauty room with a padded table in the middle, I noticed straps at the corners of the table.“Do we need to tie you down or are you going to behave?”“I’ll behave”“I don’t believe her, bet she. Whether he chose sting or warmth, she had always loved the feel of his hand on her bottom, but she knew today would bring sting. Her dom would be angry at her disobedience. If she was going to continue today, she would be punished when he was done playing with her. His fingers did love her restraint. Slowly they reached down to her inner thighs and traced gentle patterns closer and closer to her labia. He found the soft curls that surrounded her sex and pulled gently to generate even more. 20 June 1998I was not sure today if I could write this diary. But on the pretext of completing my assignment upstairs on the terrace, I came up and got some time to write this.After I got into bed, my mom completed her chores and came to the bedroom where I, mom, and my brother sleep together. I pretended to be asleep but my whole body is awake and is burning with desire. I was not sure what I should do about it.While I tossed a couple of times in bed not knowing what to do about the bulge, the. S…s…sure baby,” I responded as I slid into her.She was so wet and hot. A wave of pleasure washed overme. I began to stroke in and out of her. I tried to keepcontrol by going slow and using swallow strokes but itfelt so good. I could feel my willpower drift away as mystrokes became longer and deeper. Cindy was now meetingeach thrust of my hips and was clearly ready to cum. Eachdownward stroke of my hips was forcing a rhythmic moanfrom.