Before I could say anything, there were other blows, coming from different directions. I could see the thick strands of plasm impacting my shield. I h...rriedly created plasm anchors to prevent myself from being shoved all around my living room. I heard my armchair scrape across the floor under the pressure, and the walls to which I was anchored groan. The apartments were built with reinforced concrete; the pressure must have been immense. I realized that the words were in the Nalu language,. After apologising and grovelling, I was allowed to leave the room and to get on with my duties downstairs... until She arrived and, having decided She wanted to carry out an inspection of my attire appearance, started to check me over. Fingernails, hair, teeth and shave all passed muster as did the outer part of my uniform... then She used her crop to lift the front of my dress and, to my horror, I saw Her face darken in anger. I glanced down to see that there was a small stain of old urine. ” Carla giggled. That was worse than a flippant comment I reckoned. “Over the stool my girl” Mum ordered. I walked over to the stool and bent over it, grabbing the cross bar just above the floor. My feet were dangling on the other side and although upside down I could see Mum pick up the leather strap and walk around the room smacking the strap in to her open hand. I watched her as she slowly moved around the room and the slap caused me to shudder. 38 years old with my bare. I did it as she looked and enjoyed the thrashing piston fucking her cylindrical tunnel. After I huffed fucking her with dozens of thrusts for her eye candy, she asked to stop and let her spin herself on my skewer and go on her knees and elbows because she wanted me to take her ass. “Please fuck me in my ass”, she begged. This was first for me. I had never heard a woman asking to fuck her ass. She was already on all fours for me, waiting for my sledge hammer to go in her ass. I slowly inserted.