SMACK! “Thank-you mistress.” Crystal once again replied. Now both ass cheeks gleamed with redness. SMACK! “Thank-you mistress.” SMACK! SMACK!...SMACK! Anna continued her punishment on Crystal’s ass, each stroke raining down harder and harder until I distinctly saw tears rolling down Crystal’s face. I wanted to interrupt but Anna just smiled wickedly at me with each stroke, as if telling me this was all acceptable punishment. “How’s our little slave?” Anna asked in a demanding tone. “Good,. It was the same perfume. The same loosely extravagant handwriting. While I am nothing much to see on the surface, I have a strange faith this shining vein of gold inside me is something no one who sees could ever forget. I have no reason to believe such a thing of myself, but I do. I am quite plain, which is a far greater curse than sheer ugliness. At least then one exists. Sometimes I think I am like fireflies in an opaque jar where no one ever sees their spark. Someone must open the lid and. As I was doing this I was experiencing a new kind of pleasure that was running through out my body. As I increased my speed after a few minutes, she held me with both her hands around my back and her legs wrapped around me and was morning with pleasure ooohhhhhh…please fuck me harder, more harder oooohhhhhh I am going to cum fuck me harder aaahhhh and with that I could feel her cunt getting flooded and at this time she held me tight in her clasp and held me like that motion less for a few. I asked Lucy if her Mom was getting it good and she replied oh no it is Daddy’s turn this week and from the sound of it he is getting it real good, we both giggled and headed off to the Mall. Both of us had made sure that we were dressed appropriately because the Spankotron attendant was very specific on what to wear, white blouse, short tartan skirt, white knee socks and absolutely no panties. If a girl arrived and was not dressed correctly she could be denied use for a week and I for one.