Just then I heard my mom call my name. Oh crap I was caught how was Igoing to explain this. I hid in the changing room hoping they wouldthink I was no... home but no such luck, I saw my mom though a crack inthe curtain walking towards me asking if I was in there I kept quietwhich was a mistake because the next thing I knew she opened thecurtain and face to face we stood. Her look said it all I was told tomarch up stairs to my room and change and come back down for lunch. Shesaid we would talk. Once the ice was broken I got braver; and swapped the memory card for the one containing some real sexy poses of Rachael going through a strip routine. As he progressed through the photos; I got a bit worried and pleaded with him never to let on, or even hint that I had shown them to him (Rachael would kill me)!He was blown away when the last dozen or so photos showed Rachael on our bed, on her back, legs wide open revealing a gapping wet neatly trimmed pussy!She is so fuckable, is that before. Hugo picked up the thin cane which had caused Jacqui so much pain and took his place beside the desk, stroking her arse gently as she lay waiting for her punishment.Whist, CRACK!Jacqui said, "One, Master. Thank you for reminding me Master," and made to get up.Hugo restrained her with a gentle hand on the small of her back and ran the other one up the inside of her thigh; as he did so Jacqui opened her legs obediently to let him have free access to her cunt or arse, thinking, 'He owns me. I have. ”I frowned at that.“Can’t you just let us get a glimpse?” Kaelea asked, her voice so throaty, so in need. I wanted to relent and open my door so badly. She sounded so wanton. So in need of my girl-dick. How could a single peek hurt?She would want more. She would be driven to need more. She wouldn’t have any control over herself. I couldn’t do that to her.“I’m sorry,” I said.One of them twisted my locked doorknob, rattling it. Then she hit my door. “Come on, Becky, be cool,” Dona said. “Just let.