My pussy began to drip, and I began to feel a wonderful weight lift off me as I confessed all my sins. At some point he stopped asking and I just bega... regaling my various stories. How I had blown delivery guys, how I walked around flashing young men, how I once fucked my son's teacher to get him a better grade. Finally Mark stopped my slutty rambling, "Wendy, I want you to go the bathroom and take off your panties. You are to come back with them in your hand and give them to me. Is that. . Lisa..." He put a hand on his chest to calm himself and said in his most serious tone "Perhaps you would care to explain this turn of events?" I laughed and put my arm around Beth.He waved us over to a workbench that had three stools at it and we all sat down. I told him the story, all of it, and explained about Beth. The anger in his eyes at hearing of Lisa's treachery was enormous."Mistst¸ck!Hure! A worthy student of Hitler!" he began cursing in Yiddish, German, and, I think Italian.Beth. I felt myself like his sex slave at that time. After the first class lecture was over I got up and went back to my hostel. I switched my phone off and took a shower. I wanted to get out of all this. I could not report it to the police or share it with anyone. I switched my phone on and got ready for my evening art classes. I attended my class and checked my mobile. I saw there were 7 unanswered calls from that black guy. I got tensed and call him back with my shaky hands. He scolded me hard and. She knew she truly deserved the hard spanking she would soon receive. Without being disciplined Makaela’s conscience ate at her. It was only after a hard thrashing and becoming a broken sobbing heap on her mother’s lap that she truly thought she had paid for her crimes. Her mother loved her with all her heart, but she showed no leniency. She spanked as hard as needed to make the lesson unforgettable. She didn’t care if Makaela couldn’t sit for the next week or so, she cared about her well.