Henri thought that was very arrogant of me and that he would punish me extra for that. Oh well!The second picture shows me bending over a padded saw h...rse. My arms and legs are tied so that I won't move. My bulging ass cheeks are spread in all their youthful glory, waiting to be whipped. My pussy looks glistening wet and wide open because Henri just got done fucking me. Sticky cum was oozing down on the insides of my upper thighs.The next pictures chronicle my punishment in stages. First, ten. ” Then she sniffled to keep her nose from dribbling. “I want you to use me.”“Baby...” I began.Her voice took on a hard, harsh edge. “Just do it. Throw me on the fucking bed and take what you fucking want. Come on. What are you waiting for? You know it’s what I am. I’m a whore. Make me your whore.”I tried to slip back into character, but seeing the evidence of how I’d already abused her took the steel out of my voice. “Get up.”She rolled her eyes at me and gave me her most annoying,. Whining with desire, I laid her down on the floor and remove the saree from the top of her. I hold her left breast over the blouse and squeezed it hard. I slowly removed the hooks of her blouse. I then caressed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. They were rock hard like little pebbles. They were beautiful. I then unclasped the saree fold near her navel and slid down her saree. She was far better looking than all of the women her age and younger that I had been looking in the village. I. He glanced over at the time. It was after ten and perhaps she was in bed reading. Lenny kept moving his hand on his cock feeling his balls churning. Lenny glanced at the phone again. Maybe Jeannie would answer the house phone if she were reading in bed. Perhaps the cell phone was in the kitchen where she left it. Lenny picked up the phone and dialed that number.Lenny was getting impatient as he heard the forth ring then the fifth and was about to hang up when he heard Jeannie's strained voice..