"Just one. We got an anonymous call this morning from the Indian Creek Apartments. Seemed one of the tenets got tossed around pretty good last night. ...ounds like boyfriend beats up girlfriend. Anyway the caller said she could hear what sounded like a fight, a door slamming and then a woman crying. Want to check it out or should I get Todd or Sam to do it?" No, it's OK, I'll take it. Not much we can do on the murder case until we get some more information anyway." Apartment 19. Her name is Kim. I have no need to restrain you… you have never moved from the bench without my command, you may once or twice reach to caress your welted ass cheeks but you never stood up from the bench.I move closer to you, my warm hands caressing your beautiful full rounded ass. I love your ass , I sayThank you Sir, you replyYou know I am going to hurt you. Yes I know, you know I want your moans, Yes sir I know, you know I want your tears , Yes Sir I know… you know your safe word… Yes Sir I know.And as we. I cry out, he doesn't warm me up to it. He’s really mad. “One! I’m sorry, Master. I won’t roll my eyes again.” I whimper out what I have done wrong, unsure how many are to come. I feel the next four strokes come, hard and fast. “Two! I’m sorry, Master. I won’t roll my eyes again.” “Three! I’m sorry, Master. I won’t roll my eyes again.” “Four! I’m sorry, Master. I won’t roll my eyes again.” “Five! I’m sorry, Master. I won’t roll my eyes again.” I feel the throbbing redness of my rear end, it’s. She might have been thirty, short and petite with platform heels,heavy eye makeup and long, black straight hair cut with bangs that framed herface. She reminded me of Suzy in a lot of ways except a Latina version ofSuzy and boy was she stacked. Now that I thought about it, all the wivespresent tonight were stacked. Big tits everywhere. Hmmm, I wondered if Robertdid cosmetic surgery, as in breasts enlargements, to all the wives in thefamily? Would I be put under his knife too? My tits were.