" "Yes. They. Do." Daddy said and began to alternate his blows from my right to my left ass cheeks. Even through the fabric of my pants the blows stun.... Daddy continued to spank and question me as my grunts morphed into moans. As Daddy spanked my ass, I felt myself getting wetter. The tight gusset of my panties was becoming soaked through. Daddy moved from standing to my left to standing to my right and continued spanking me as I began to squirm and wriggle under the blows. I longed to have. Her body also reacted and she felt juices seeping from the barely covered mound between her legs, she wondered whether it might be obvious, whether master's guests might smell her arousal over their own. She kept her legs tight, she didn't want to disgrace master by revealing the wet patch she suspected would appear soon as her need, sweet as it was, oozed through the soft fabric. She didn't want to reveal so brazenly how much of a little whore she really was, how her body was betraying her,. He certainly is handsome she thought. No wonder she wishes to keep him here. Too bad it’s against his will. The mistress had been alone for too long and needed a good man. He stared at her with surprise. ‘What would I like to eat?’ he asked her. ‘Yes sir. Mistress gave instruction that you are to be served whatever you wish.’ He ordered a sumptuous lunch to make up for the scant and repetitious food he had received for the past three weeks and asked for his bath to be after he ate. He also. I asked her if she really wanted to do what she was doing and whether we should continue. Clara looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and said she knew exactly what she was doing. She said we had both gone through traumatic experiences and maybe this would help ease our stresses. I agreed.Clara then pushed me over onto the couch and jumped on top of me. We began kissing passionately, as if this was the last kiss we ever shared. I ran my hand down through her silky hair to her face. Clara.