She knew she was digging her own grave,cutting off any hope of a rescue from her comrades...but she didn't care."Please...please please please, don't ...ake it, let me keep it, please...!M-master Anthony, please let your slave keep her cock!" She said as hereyes watered up with shameful tears."Mmm...no." Already it had been shrunken down to just a child's size, afew inches, but at that moment he pressed his fingers over her holecrotch and pressed. She felt it being squeezed right out. It all started when Ramesh came to our house with his son and 3 of his workers. I was a loyal housewife back then, we were living quite happily with a 15-year-old son. And Ashok was a good husband for me too.We got married when I was 19. Ashok was so mad in sex back then so I got pregnant one month after our marriage. Now our sexual relationship hasn’t been that good, we haven’t had sex in the past 6 months.Ramesh is a wealthy, old guy, he lent some money to my husband and he didn’t return it,. . err... smelly twat, Mistress." "That's better." Michele walked over and grabbed one of the bent wood straightback chairs that was against the wall. She put it right in themiddle of the office and sat down on it. "Come here, smelly twat. Lay down across my lap. I'm going togive you a spanking..." Maryanne gasped but crawled forward, then got up and laid downacross Muchele's lap. Her hands touched the floor on one side andher legs stuck out straight on the other. Michele took great. I tried to present the theme of the story from my reading of it.”“After breakfast, my stomach is empty wench, me man, me hungry.”That earned me a second swat and a cheek kiss.After breakfast of a baked scramble with mozzarella and Italian sausage, coffee, and conversation, CC brought out several books with her dust covers and the originals. I was not totally surprised when two of the books were my romances, they are very popular.When I saw her covers, I knew she had captured the story essence.