”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called ... Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted, a...gry soul ... shows his torture in his work. This is from his period just after his release from prison. They accused him of raping one of his models. Can’t trust her type, gold diggers for sure. Of course, she’s the inspiration for the woman in this piece, had to see in the dismembered parts, though.” He turned and looked at me, that glaring, lustful look. I return to your clit, rolling it softly while I insert a finger up inside you. I plunge my digit in and out of you, then two fingers. This goes on for sometime before you pull away, leaving me out of breath. You help me to my feet, lifting my suit jacket off and unbuttoning my white shirt midway down my chest. You kneel on the ground in front of me and begin to unbuckle my belt. The pressure at my waist is suddenly relieved when you drop my pants and boxers to the ground, letting my seven inch. ” I looked at her, knowing she was being more authoritative than ever before. “You will have to be good, just like at Auntie Sarah’s and as I will have to spank you sooner or later so the new regime is enforced I am going to give you your first spanking now. To get it out of the way.” Mum was being much more forceful than usual. Being 19 years old made it a bit strange to know the discussion was about my Mum spanking me but I had to agree it made sense for both of us. “I understand. .Ankur ko mere esee bate sunkar bahut josh aa gyaa thaa aur vo niche see apnee gaand uthakar mere fudyy mee apna lode kee tevraa ghrshan kar rhaa thaa……………..vo mere dono mumo ko jo ab tak bilkul tight ho chuke thee apne dono hatho see masal rhaa thaa……….mere munh se avazee aa rhee thee………… uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh………………….aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh………..eeeeeeeeeemmmmmuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh………..Ankur mere chut ko kiseee table kee tablle kee tarah haath se nhee apne lund see.