”“I couldn’t help myself, it just sounded funny when you called me bitc...” Thwack. “What was that for?”“You are not supposed to talk un...ess I tell you to.”“Okay sorry.” Thwack.“Bloody hell, that hurt. What did I do now?”“You are supposed to address me as mistress. You didn’t look it up, did you?”“No.” Thwack. “No mistress, I didn’t look it up.”“Now get on your knees and kiss my boots.”“But these are my best stockings.” Thwack.“Oh for god sake, that really hurts.”“Oh sorry, it’s not meant to. But Liz seemed so different tonight, perhaps it was because her husband had his cock deep in Sara’s cunt, but something else seemed amiss. Then Sara heard it, a whimper from behind Liz and felt Liz’s mouth clamping down on Sara’s clit almost biting through it. Sara looked down and saw the family dog licking frantically on Liz’s cunt. Eak that’s gross she thought, but couldn’t take her eyes off Maverick’s huge pink cock flapping around under his belly. Sara was so engrossed in watching Maverick. For some reason she felt humiliated, her face red in shame as she hurriedfrom the room, her wet panties clinging to her sex as she walked. The nextsession with her was going to be even more enjoyable, he thought. * * * * * He watched as she slowly opened her dress, a plain white bra revealed,but it could do little to hide her cleavage, her chest already red in embarrassmentas her hands refused her mind and began to strip. She stopped at herwaist, looking up at him, awaiting further orders,. Or boobs chusne laga. Vo mera sir pakad ke boobs pr dabane lagi. Usko kaha ki kiss karna chahta hu. To usne kaha kr to li ha. Mene kaha ab teri chut pr karni ha. Uski jeans ka button khola and jeans niche ki. Usne black panty pehni huyi thi.Uski panty utar kr chut chatne laga. Wow maza aa gya chut chat kar. Wo mere samne puri nangi padi thi. Usne mere kapde bi utar diya. Den uski chuy pr rakha or dakka mara fir jor jor se dakke lagane laga. Wo moan karne lagi. Usko bi maza aa raha tha. Kuch der.