I held her there and then dug my mobile phone out of my pocket in the zip on the side and set it to record. I then went through the same speech that i... made Fiona, Alice and Sian recite as I stood with my dick buried inside them. From now on Emma you are going to be my whore, and being my whore means that I or anybody I decide can fuck you whenever I feel fit do you understand? I asked as I withdrew and slammed back inside her stretching her cunt open with my invading thick cock. Yes I. How on earth could she be walking up the stairs to her apartment next to Him right now, her pussy wet and throbbing?! She still didn't know whether to like what was going on or whether she should just make it clear that this wasn't going to lead anywhere. Her body told her YES but her mind kept saying NO. The rational part in her kept thinking 'don't do this, what if He turns out to be some sort of maniac after all?' but her cunt was betraying her, wanting it so bad. Her cheeks must have been. Standing before the desk in her tight dress, she faced her disciplinarian.“You need caning, hard,” Miss Roberts said, extracting a slender rattan cane from her tall cupboard and facing Clare. “Lift your dress.”Clare kicked off her heels and wriggled the soft jersey to her waist, revealing her obligatory white cotton bikini panties. Miss Roberts insisted on innocent panties. Having her panties chosen for her delivered healthy doses of shameful obedience leading up to her appointment. Sometimes. I went to her work-out drawer and pulled out her white tights. I took them to the sewing room and gently used her seam-ripper to weaken the crotch. I left enough stitches to hold while she put them on, but I was preparing myself for a great view.That evening, Mom didn't wear the white, she wore shorts and a half-shirt. In a way, it was to my advantage. Mom stretched a muscle in her lower back halfway through the workout. She collapsed on the floor onto her stomach, moaning. I got some baby-oil.