"Oh, my sweet kitten, you know you are never to cum without asking permission," Master tsked his tongue softly as he rolled her slightly to one side. ...er eyes grew wide; she knew better than to misbehave and yet she did anyway. The resounding slap of his hand to her ass was only slightly beaten by her cries of surprise and pain. "Yes, Master," she quickly replied. "I am sorry, Master. I won't do it again, I promise!" Kitten whimpered softly as he rubbed his hand on her now sore red ass. He. . Inez let go of Mister Jason's belt, undid the tie at her cleavage and crossed her arms, snatching at the cap sleeves of the peasant blouse and tugging. When her hands returned to his fly, the blouse was a pool around her waist, her whole torso forced through the neckline. The hand buried in Inez's hair shifted away to collect another fat globe. "You little bitch," he breathed in awe, while touch and sight relayed impressions of her areolas crinkling, thickening and elongating the nipples. She told I don’t have to wear any shirt over here, especially on this hot day. Adjusting her pallu, she said even she doesn’t wear all this in such horrible hot days. I was not sure if I got her point correctly. Any way I only gave a sheepish smile. She smiled back, and then told as if to herself that better I do it for you.It took me another second to realize that she intent to pull out the T-shirt I am wearing. I just stood there unable to move, while she came near me and hovered the shirt. He held her there gagging for a moment, gripping hard and glaring into her eyes with a ‘learn-your-place’ stare. Then he pulled her off and let her pant and gulp before him, spit oozing from her lips. When she recommenced sucking, it was with no less commitment, but rather more sense of duty.“You there, Mac?”“Yes,” he told his neglected friend hoarsely, not taking his eyes off slurping Miss Scarlet. “Sorry – we’re going to make our business breakfast a lunch, if you can manage that. I’ll be.