“Look, I know you like being dominated and humiliated. My marriage failed because I was too domineering and kinky and my husband was a stupid, fathe...ded prude. Be my slave and let me own you (saying so, she held my cock over my trousers, tight), and you get me.” Saying this, she stepped back, pulled her kurta over her head and off her and threw it away. Within seconds, her bra was off, pajama was off and sure enough, she was buck naked in front of me.I was obviously stupefied. Obviously I had. " Joan clutched her bustwith both hands and hefted the sizable boobs. "Would you like a betterlook?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she stood and walkedaround the desk to stand in front of me. Her breasts were right infront of my face. I could smell perfume wafting off of them. "They'rebeautiful, aren't they?" Joan said, her voice softer, lower, sexier."Not as nice as yours of course."I wasn't sure. My tits were huge, but Joan had what could only becalled killer curves, and she knew. ” she corrected, “Let me know when you’re ready.” and started slapping me from left to right with the toy.I ducked down, trying to avoid the assault, and ended up getting my ears boxed. Bobbing and weaving, I still took a few good hits. After a while, it was like a sport, her swinging and my ducking but I was wearing out. Not only that, but that might have been latex but there was something inside the end of it that gave it some weight. I couldn’t keep taking it knowing I would get a black eye. The note told her to get what she needed for the baby with my blessing. I also suggested that if it was a boy, she could name it after me.The staff entered the room at that moment so I took my leave. I wished the girl well and told her she would be blessed. She didn't know how true that was yet, but she would find out soon enough. I left the salon and continued my tour of the mall.I walked up to some high school girls by an earrings kiosk. I told them I was with KVIL radio and was doing a.