This bitch is on fire. So I tell her to go to the bed room and I tie her up. I take off my belt and whip her across the back. She moans and says yes. ... say Who your Master bitch. Crack sounds the belt that now is my Whip. You are my Master. I crack the belt four more times and she is moaning with every whip and she yells and says IM CUMMING and I hear a gush and she comes everyhere. I untie her and tell her to swallow this dick bitch. And she gets to it, this bitch is sucking and I do mean. ”“There.” She closed the door behind her and locked it. “Happy?” She did a quick spin around. Her butt was perfectly heart shaped. The arch of her back perfectly feminine. She faced Sam again.“Sorta.” Sam unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down, and kicked them off. He pulled off his briefs. He stroked the head of his dick while looking at her.“Put that away. We’ve had enough today, honey.”“Your boobs, Mom. Can I see them?”“You want to see my breasts?” Joyce sighed. Her face flushed further. She. Be issues about the assassination attempt and we will probably have to appear at the trial. He wants us to hold off on Contracting until after that's settled." Oh..." she breathed out, gustily. "Is that all! You had me really worried. Hex, there's no rush. My implant is good for another couple of months anyway." She dimpled. "But there's no reason we can't practice in the meantime." She picked up her cup and sipped, looking at me from under her eyelashes."I can't believe my luck," I sighed.She. "Miss Louisa Bumspinque, you have on several occasions in the past week been unacceptably impertinent to several of your teachers. We shall see if six of Frau Wachs von Rodde's best will have a salutary effect on your deportment."Miss Amanda Randistaff, your unconscionable greed at not sharing the box of sweets you received as a gift shall be checked with the rod. You shall have a dozen stripes, I think," she pronounced giving a sly wink in the direction of the peephole she knew to be occupied.