“That’s a really good answer, Rachel. Why do you say that?” “It-it was just a guess.” I admired my handiwork as her crying subsided. She had two bright red welts crossing her ass cheeks, another across her thighs, and one, not nearly as bright or as swollen, across her upper back. “Does this mean you’ll asian let me go?” “I’ll release you from there.” I stood from my chair and, drawing my arm back, brought the cane down as hard as I could against her ass. She screamed, jerking against her restraints. Her shoulders would be getting very sore by now, especially with the way she was struggling, but the cane was the immediate threat and she was doing everything she could to avoid it. “But only once you give me the correct answer.” Rachel was still crying heavily, but once her screaming stopped, I continued. “I’ll give you one lash for every wrong answer. Two any time I think you’re stalling. Better start thinking, Rachel. Why’d she leave?” “Your work schedules weren’t compatible?” SLAP. “Money problems?” SLAP. A pause. SLAP. SLAP. “She cheated on you?” SLAP. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE STOP!” SLAP. SLAP. “BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ABUSIVE SON OF A BITCH AND SHE COULDN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” Another pause, this time on my end. “I – SLAP innocent – WAS – SLAP – A – SLAP – GOOD – SLAP – HUSBAND.” I continued striking her with the cane, across her back, her ass, her thighs, I was swinging almost blindly. A small voice in the back of my head said that I shouldn’t be doing this while I was angry, but that voice was overwhelmed by the shrieks of rage sounding through the rest of my brain. “MERCY. PLEASE HAVE MERCY. MERCCCCCCYYYYYYY.” That was finally enough to stop my furious thrashing. Rachel was bawling now, but what surprised me were the tears I felt welling in my own eyes. I dropped the cane against the ground. “You want mercy?” I stroked the welts across her homemade ass, grabbed a cheek and shook it, eliciting cutie more pained cries from her. “You come into my house, shove a picture of my late wife in my face, and then ask for mercy.” The anger was bubbling back up and I raked my fingernails down her back, japanese scraping over several swollen lines and developing bruises. “PLEASE. I DIDN’T KNOW. I DIDN’T. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT IF I HAD, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.” I put innocent my room key on my wrist and headed out for a walk around in my lingerie. I went to college in a mid-sized city, home of what was then a major technology firm surrounded by two post-secondary institutions. When she raised her head again, her eyes were shadowed beneath the brim, glinting with the malevolence I saw in them earlier. ”And then find yourself a REAL master.” “She's not a slut,” I growled. by Vanessa Evans I looked at Scott. I gently licked back and forth, unable to match the ferocity with which she went at me. A moment or two later she was slowly peeling herself from my body, leaving me on the table for the room to see. She sensually penetrated my anus, asian her cock sliding easily with the cum that already slickened my channel, stirring me, stretching me homemade so tenderly. While he was happy that his child had a significant other—even if that significant other was a tiny, obnoxious, foul-mouthed, pipsqueak, immature fairy king—he worried about how that love came to be. I build up a slow steady rhythm cutie fucking you deliberately, dominating your pussy, controlling your passion. Waking up in Ancient Rome, being tricked by a beautiful woman, and the huge man that came in and knocked him out. She was defiant enough on her own; the last thing he needed was some dickhead putting thoughts of independence into her head, trying to help her escape. Instead she put her mouth over the japanese head and continued to run her tongue around the hole in the end. Deeper and deeper, I eagerly took that bulbous cock head. “That’s amazing.” I muttered. Click.