But one plus point was that she loved paru more than anything.One Wednesday afternoon after having our lunch, we were all in the hall chatting and I d...cided to make the move. I was sitting beside aunt in one sofa and paru was sitting opposite to us in a chair. I saw paru and she knew I was going to the kill. I kissed my aunt on her lips and she was also about to kiss me when she remembered about paru’s presence.Me: what’s troubling you aunty, is it paru.She nodded her head slightly.Paru: Mom. As I oriented to my new surroundings I thought about rigging those swords to function as a stinger or to mimic the force blades used by the Sa'arm.This mission required that I wear a business suit complete with tie. Shoes and all—I remember when Florida was either backwards backwoods or retirement communities. The wild places still exist and are perhaps too wet for even the Sa'arm. That's the rumor, anyway. The Seminole didn't sign a treaty with the USA until the Sixties—the area was so wet and. As I reached her chair, I stood unflinching as the bull whip struck her hand. My fingers tightly grasping each wrist behind my back, legs shoulder width apart, eyes to the floor, I awaited my orders. Pushing away her chair, Mistress walked, no stalked, around me, allowing the whip to crack against the floor. I heard doors open and close as clients entered their rooms, the rustling of many pairs of pants as their cocks immediately hardened at the hardcore sight before them. My nipples hardened. "Oh baby, you're just what I needed. Do you like my cock? Do you want me to pound that little pussy of yours?" Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Was all I could mutter. A smile widened across his weathered face as he pulled my hips nearly off the table. I felt his balls strike my backside as he began taking long, heavy thrusts in me. I felt his cock slamming the very interior walls of my vagina. The movements were so deep and intense that I came with such aggression that I couldn't contain the words.