I also realized that I am completely alone with a girl, whom I met yesterday, in this big apartment. Ash is thousands of miles away in Moscow. But my ...nowledge told me that slaves of Bastina are incapable of going against their masters let alone taking revenge. Their brain is engineered that way and no expression or body language of hers told me that she even has an ounce of animosity towards me. I decided that it is time I gave something to her. ‘Would master like anything else?’ Her voice. 45 and we went hand in hand up the hill to our ground covers. I quickly saw Manuel had bruised one of those small world class tits in the struggle the night before. ‘Damn, that bastard Manuel bruised your boob.’ I told her. ‘I’ll try to arrange to kill him the next time I see him!’ I was careful with that breast, but she wanted them both sucked and played with. I certainly agreed! I applied my hands and mouth to an exploration of both of her breasts and nipples. The shapes and textures of them. The fourth stroke produced the same effect again, and Lisa and Lucy knew they could use even more strength as the stinging pain engulfed the grannies bottom cheeks. The fifth stroke was, therefore, even harder and produced loud yelps as the red welt developed, and this time tears streamed down the two grannies faces. Linda and Janet had both counted the strokes even as they struggled with the pain and knew there was just one more to come. Even so, as the sixth stroke bit into their bottoms,. She wrapped her head in a blue scarf that she’d found in Brandy’s room and snuck out by the back stair. No one even really glanced at her as she moved quickly along the walls, heading for the closest gate into the meadow. Filled with triumph and happiness at her newfound freedom. Laughing gaily she skipped through the meadow and began to wander along the edge of the forest, picking flowers as she went. Finally free… finally able to do whatever she wanted… her heart felt really light for the.