I was standing there wearing only my white good-girl knickers and heeled naughty-girl shoes. But I was loving every moment of this! He sat down in his...armchair. Nice Tits, Gemma he said and flipped though the television stations…you like romantic music? ah yeh Romantic fucking music? click, music. Romantic my ass. I thought I should offer him a blow job to deal with this situation. He got his dick out and began masturbating it openly in front of me. Gemma, come over here and suck my dick. I. Most importantly, there was no exit.It had been fifty-five days since I last saw her. This was my third visit to her in the one hundred and twenty days since I put Cathy in the cage.I followed the small trail, moving the devices to hide the entrance and carefully replacing them. The location had been carefully selected in a box canyon deep in rugged hills. It was desolate country, rarely visited by humans, so desolate it wasn't even on the route of the illegal immigrants coming across the Rio. Secretly, this was Thomas' favorite part of the entire proceedings, the moment where the panties were removed. He thought Michaela's ass was exquisite, and was relishing the idea of him being allowed to – no, being required to – paddle it momentarily.Thomas' pause was only a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity to Michaela, who was determined not to cry out like a little girl when she received her spanking.He raised the paddle into the air and brought it down swiftly and firmly on her. Her pussy area was fully covered with hairs. It was like a huge bush.My dick became hard and my village aunt could see that. She made me stand up and hugged me and whispered in my ears, “You want to sleep with me, right?”I gripped her small ass and hugged even tighter and told her, “Yes, but I am scared to tell you.” She laughed and told me to wait for the right time. She knew I was longing to fuck her.The next day at home my mom told me to pack my clothes as we will leave for Bangalore the.