After a few moments I regained my senses, hearing only the sound of my desperate panting for breath. I felt a vague stretching sensation, realizing that it was my mother’s loving fist slipping from the cavernous fuck slot of my cunt. “Oops,” she intoned. I slowly turned my head, gazing back at her with glazed, unfocused eyes. She wore a curious expression, glancing from her bare hand, to my loins, and then back at her hand. “I think I may have lost your panties in there somewhere,” she admitted. I moaned Hardcore as she slipped her hand back inside me, carefully prospecting the depths of my wrecked vaginal fuck cannel for the mysteriously missing undies. Suddenly her thoughtful expression brightened with a look of victory and she withdrew, displaying the elusive lacy pink delicates, dripping wet and limp like a sopping wash rag. I sighed with relief as Bald Pussy a post-orgasmic shudder trembled through me, glad that I didn’t have to go digging after them myself. As Mother deposited the dripping wad of twat-soaked panties on the desk, I sank slowly to the carpet, a fit of giggles overcoming me as I curled myself into a fetal position. Mother wasn’t having any of this self-indulgent nonsense however. “On your feet,” she commanded, her tone betraying irritation that she should even have to tell me. On unsteady legs I stood, resuming my position bent across her desk. She walked across the office, inspecting a nearby bookcase, scanning the shelves for a particular item of interest. “No...” I moaned, asian knowing full-well what instrument of evil dwelled in a sacred place between her reference books on law. She turned with a smile, issuing a sharp crack of leather against her lower thigh. “Please... I’m sorry. I’ll do anything...” I begged with a sob, my lower lip quivering at the sight of her dreaded riding crop. She was unmoved by my desperate pleas for mercy. We both knew that I had purposely defied her, testing my boundaries with several minor acts of blatant carelessness or outright rebellion. I shuddered, knowing my fate was sealed. Biting my lower lip, I once again leaned forward across the desk, knowing what was expected. I reached back with both hands, grasping the firm twin cheeks of my naked ass and reluctantly spreading them wide as she approached. Mother purred with approval, moving into position. “Good girl, Madison,” she praised. A choked-back sob escaped my lips, a mixture of fear and anticipation, as I shifted my high heels on the carpet, spreading my legs into a wider stance. The first blow was but a tease, landing with a light slap on the left cheek of my ass. I flinched, but with only the slightest little whimper. The leather tip of the crop tapped a series of slow, light touches on my naked skin, as if both it and my Mother were pondering their next move. I twitched in response to each of the gentle contacts, anticipation building to an unbearable level of tension. An emotional sob issued from my lips as tears of expectation began to well up in my eyes. The second lash struck, hard and true, her skillful hand expertly landing the supple leather tip of the riding crop with a wet splat directly on the hyper-sensitive flesh of my puckered little anus. I shrieked a yowl of anguish that surely echoed throughout every hall and office in the building. Fireworks exploded across my vision at the staggering sensation of pain. “Oh my god!” I gasped, blubbering in the brief respite that followed, feeling myself desperately short of breath. I could sense the blazing red welt of tormented flesh rise, throbbing angrily, stopped just short of drawing actual blood. Another aborted sob of dismay escaped my lips, but I dutifully I wriggled my naked hips, gaining a firm grip on the cheeks japanese of my rump and spreading myself wider, as I knew I must. “Spread your pussy for me, Madison,” Mother requested. Tears trailed down my cheeks. I sniffed with self-pity and then dutifully lowered my fingers into position on either side of my pulsating vaginal mound. Pressing my fingers into the soft pale flesh surrounding my cunt, I eased myself open, trembling lingerie as I felt my tender little twat gape. Then he placed both hands on her wide hips, before sliding the head of his enormous cock into her cunt. He could feel when Grant’s balls began to pump. I see what you mean now. WASHING THE NEIGHBOR’S FIRE TRUCK She kneaded my tits. There’s a drink waiting for you in the living room.” You are wasting your time!" Growling deep in her throat, she reached for my belt, fumbling to free my cock. I say out of impulse.... She was topless, her big bimbo tits on display, and Alistair had hung a serving tray from them. May recognized japanese that breathing, and thinking it was a panic attack, Hardcore whispered to me, “Adam, Bald Pussy are you okay?” She gingerly touched my shoulder with her hand. “Fuck Mommy's ass, Troy,” asian Mom moaned in wanton passion. “What lingerie about soup?” I asked.