I said, “What is it?” sure he had the wrong room. He said, I think I have something for you. “I think you have the wrong room.”I’m sure this...is the right room, please open the door, you said you wanted it.What? I thought, is he really here for that?He lowered his voice and sort of whispered, I’m in the room next door, and I’ve been thinking about what you were yelling earlier, and I’m interested. Please open the door, I have what you asked for.WOW! I thought, is this really happening? I decided. Even at our early age my sister and I both had chores and it was just my Dad and Mom’s nature the we never did them right. They were on our ass all the time about something. In all my live I never saw my Dad or Mom smile, hug or show any signs of affection. The same with my sister and as for me, I stayed in trouble all the time because I was always finding things to smile or laugh about.By the time I was eight years old my evening baths were feeling better all the time and even though none. The very debasing ravishment of her helplessly ovalled mouth was bringing tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her shattered nerves, and she groaned around the ever-thrusting cock in her throat as waves of delicious sensations swept through her seethingly alive flesh, flooding her mind with its electrifying pleasures and inundating her weakening resistance with growing desire. She could feel the involuntary secretions seeping from her softly pulsing vaginal lips, flowing out around the. My first blow was tentative and most of the tails struck the underside of her boob. The second was better, harder, and more accurate. I was please with the third and fourth. I paused before the final two looking down at the results. Her nipples pushed firmly upwards and the pink colour had darkened almost to red. Sylvia’s eyes were shut tight and there was a frown of pain on her face. She flinched as the fifth one struck her and again after the sixth. Then her faced slowly relaxed. She had been.