“He ... he started taking me to pawn stuff with him ... cause they gave him a better deal if he brought his little girl with him ... and he’d get ...his sad look when he’d check out the gun racks. It took me years to figure out why! Because it was ... it was the grave of his little John Dillinger ‘World-Famous ... Notorious Bank Robber’ dreams!” Her laughter died down and a hand began snaking up to her breast.“That’s right,” The Cara-Thing said, in exactly the way one might if one were slowly. She signalled for me to get on my back then climbed straight on top, pushing my dick back into her. I could no longer tell which hole I was fucking so reached my hands round to feel. The dirty slut had shoved it straight back into her arsehole. "You love it like that, don't you?" She whispered whilst continuing to bounce up and down on my dick. I fought back against cumming, we had been fucking for ages now but I didn't want it to end. She leaned back so I could clearly see my cock fucking her. I was perplexed to see this behavior of the caller and decided that I should let Avni talk to him/her. When Avni came from the bathroom, I told her about the situation and she seemed a little upset and confused over it. She told me to forget it as the caller seemed to be playing pranks. I ignored the situation and we both sat down to have lunch. While we were eating, Avni excused herself and said that she’ll be back in a moment. Thinking that she might be going to the bathroom, I continued. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Another half a dozen slow, and full-force slaps, turned the backs of my legs a deep shade of red, Zoe’s handprints clearly visible. I cried into the cushion and tried to escape, but my adopted mum held on tight, laying out another two dozen, painful smacks before she stopped and removed her left arm from around my waist and rested her hand flat on my back. Her large right hand resumed rubbing my burning and sore bottom and thighs as she looked over.