Sohel was slapping my ass as he was fucking me hard. He picked up the speed to the maximum. He was really fucking me like a horny bitch i was.thap tha...… Sound was being made while his waist was hitting my fleshy ass.he was on fire now. He was fucking me so hard and fast that i had to clinch the bed sheet tight. Sohel pulled my hair from behind with one hand and was squeezing and slapping my ass with the other while his his cock was destroying my little tight cunt. After doing this for a while. I went up the stairs two at a time, my heart in my throat. I knocked on her door, and it opened. My dreams were answered - she was just shorter than me, with a cute face and a nice feminine body. She was wearing a lace body stocking, through which I could see a black bra and panties. She wore a robe over this ensemble, open to display her charms. I handed her her keys, she invited me in, and I followed. The apartment was kind of a shotgun arrangement, a long hall with a bath, kitchen, and small. Anyway after a good half hour she mentioned that she was thinking of having a loft conversion done similar to ours and could she look at how much space ours had created. I observed her, she was in my eyes fucking ugly, short, very over weight probably about 17 stone, tattoo’s all over her, big tits and to what Donna had already told me she had piercings, no wonder she hasn’t a sex life.Another cup of coffee and she asked again if she could see our loft, I agreed I had no reason not to. I went. . Madam."I hated her. She had always been kind of bitchy when Mom was still alive,but now she had turned into a paranoid loony bent on defending Frock Farmfrom an imaginary conspiracy to make me, not her, the CEO. I wouldn'ttake the job if they offered it to me! I would - yes, I would rather be ahousemaid in a dress than try to run the company. Why wouldn't shebelieve me? All this domination and submission drama was so unnecessary."The rule is that when you are spanked, you cannot pull up your.