No use crying. An asshole ain't no different than a, ahh, pussy, not for a slut like you. Understand?"I couldn't stop the tears but I nodded through t...em. He stared at me with anger in his eyes while we both waited for me to recover. After a couple of minutes I managed to get a hold of myself. He smiled after I stopped crying and the room was silent. He said, "Okay, let's, ahh, go to the bed. You can cry some more, ahh, after."But there wouldn't be anymore tears that day, at least not for him.. . they're all wet" I'm sorry," I gasp."Get in the corner. I'm getting the Brush."Corner time is it's own punishment. The worst is even though it's humiliating it's also a break. I rub my sore behind, think about what just happened, and yes touch myself or at least press my legs together. In this case I wait for and wish for what's next. The hairbrush is nothing new but this time it's going to be extra hard. I shiver and give myself a little stroke which makes me bite my lip. And I hate to write. Muje alag hi maza aane laga. Phir wo mere lan ke tope ko munh mein daal ke choosne lagi, aur phir pura land munh mein daal diya, aur use maje se choosane lagi. Thodi der baad mein khada ho gaya aur unhen bed par baitha diya. Kafi der tak ve mera land maje se choosati rahi, aisa lagata tha jaise bahot dino se pyassi ho.Ab meine unhe bed pe laita diya aur unke pet ko chomane, chatane aur dabane laga, ve apana hath mere baalon mein phirane lagi. Phir meine apane hath unke peticot mein daal diya,. She smiled down at Jean face covered with cum.Jean got up and went to the table drawer pulling out the dildo and brought it back.“Where does this cock go slut?” The black lady asked.“Up my white ass mistress. I’ve been a bad girl.” Jean whispered.“Bend over slut.” The woman above commanded.Jean turned around and bent over and spread her ass for her mistress who wasted no time shoving the fake cock up her ass. She felt like her ass was being ripped in half as she had done to many sluts in the.