For another 1.5 years, we did not do anything more than kissing and hugging. We were not even open in touching each other properly.After that one day ...hen my parents had gone to the market and I was alone I called him home. He came to my room and as usual we kissed and slowly he slid his hand in my top and I stopped him. He said we have to do this or he won’t talk to me ever.I then told him to close his eyes and took off my top. He was sitting on my bed with his eyes closed. (He was honest in. Oh ma'am **Mistress:** Why do you want to serve. Why do you want this so bad. Tell me. **Slave:** Ma'am your my ma'am ma'am **Mistress:** Not good enough. Why do you need me. **Slave:** Ma'am your my best ever turn on ma'am **Mistress:** Don't you fucking cum, and don't patronize me. Not good enough. **Slave:** Ma'am you hit every turn on ma'am **Mistress:** NOT Good enough.. Her man was dark chocolate and hot as fuck. My head was spinning with ideas and fantasies but I played it cool. During the next week we chatted and spent lunches together. I thought the other women and guys in the office were a little jealous. The following Thursday we agreed to have a drink and go shopping. I drove to her place to get her and, while I was in her house waiting, her man, whose name was Will, walked in from the gym. He was tall, dark, good looking and, as I shook his hand, I. Move, and you will be given extra.”I did as I was told and was soon stood behind the chair with just my blue panties on below the waist. I stretched over the chair and felt my knickers tighten across my bottom. I heard him open a cupboard and a rattling sound as he picked out his cane. Without any ceremony, I felt what seemed like a red hot poker ignite the centre of my bottom and yelped in agony. Another landed below the first, doubling the pain, and now the tears were well and truly flowing..
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