She pushed my face back and then she started to dance in front of my face with her tits. She started to swing her huge melons on my face and slapping ...hem in between.She also slapped her ass as she swung her tits on my face. My face was being slapped by two huge mountains of flesh and it was ecstasy. I couldn’t hold on longer and bit them again and again. I bit her titties so hard that my tooth marks were there on all over her flesh.She was moaning loudly all this time. I was surprised to hear. I fucking hate getting parking tickets in a mall carpark. How you supposed to enjoy everything a mall offers in 2 hours? Grocery shopping , lunch in the food court or a café, a haircut, window shopping, and maybe a movie in the Cineplex doing any combination of these things will take longer.The meter maid did not shriek or squeal . She actually moved her ass so my hard cock was now located between her curvy ass cheeks . Moving her hips , her ass rubbed up and down my shaft."Mmmm . What now?". As much I wanted to embrace the lifestyle of a reclusive billionaire anyway, my neighbors forced my hand. Even though I had written Peachy Keen books with a pen name since Day One, the Walters purchase was too big a piece of news for the local papers to ignore. The future was clear when neighbors and media – I loathe to call them paparazzi – were awaiting my return from the hospital.“Christ,” I muttered to Anita; Stacy and Nicky was waiting for me at home. “You’d think somebody important lived. He went straight for the bull whip. I have been beaten before, yes, but not fifty times with a bull whip. One! Two! Three! Four, Thirty-Three... I made it to Forty-Two before He hit me so hard it made me jump. I saw my master smile. "You know that we are going to start over and go to 100 times, right slave?" "Yes, Master." I replied. He then grabbed the thin cane. I have never been able to submit to the thin cane for more than ten times without crying out. He knows this. He knows I will not be.