Ich schob ihre Bluse zur Seite, so dass Saras Euter ganz frei lagen.Begeistert trat ich einen Schritt zurück und betrachtete meine nun fast unbekleid...te Schwester. Nur noch der dünne Rock verbarg etwas von ihrem Luxuskörper. Ihr Brustkorb hob und senkte sich, was ihre Möpse in Bewegung brachte. Sie hatte kleine Warzenhöfe, aber spitze, dunkle Nippel, genauso wie ich es erhofft hatte.„Bitte, Herr, lass mich gehen, noch ist es nicht zu spät", bettelte Sara und verdeckte mit ihren Händen ihre. She's only about eight inches tall but is really cute. I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion.But I digress, as this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is not with me every moment of the day. She picks and chooses when she wishes to visit. I may need to finish writing something, even a business proposal and she will have vanished. Doing what I have no idea. My Instructions were simple; I had to be t location 45 min drive from my house at 8.00am in the morning. Was to be wearing military style camouflage jacket and pants, boots and nothing else. I arrived at the old brick building and found an envelope with my name on it. Stage two of the instructions from the administrator that I had never met. I followed the orders and lay face down on the bonnet of my car. Ten minutes latter two soldiers in face masks appeared, quickly cuffed me and dragged me. “My patience is wearing thin. And you were doing so fine!”SWATT, another blow with the whip on Donna’s ass.Donna jumped around under the blows, with tears streaming from her eyes, and pain all over.After several blows Ms. Brendan stopped. “Ready to behave again?” she asked coldly.Donna cried and nodded her head.“Good, I’ll untie you than, but remember, any more screw up, and I’ll beat you till you drop.”Donna felt her painful wrists. Her back was on fire and especially her ass.“Go bend over.