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' Ummm no I wasn't asleep, I am so so so sorry. I don't know what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it.' You could sense my anger and disappointment in you and to try and make amends you reached out and started to stroke my bulging cock through my trousers but I moved away. ' You don't deserve that, it has to be earned my indian little one. Now tell me what you are.' ' I am a slut.' ' What are ass you?' ' I am a filthy little cumslut who doesn't deserve to play with your cock.' I reach for your lead and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to make me a Coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the floor and fill it with water, if you're going to behave like an animal you can drink like one. You crawl amateur to the bowl and bend your head to start drinking having first make sure that your arse is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your firm arse and your wet cunt might persuade me to show a little leniency in what you know you have coming to you. Although you feel a degree of safety in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to happen will happen upstairs, the coldness of the stone is starting to hurt your bare knees and hands as you kneel there. If you get it wrong again or disobey me in any way, you will be punished.” You grab my other hand and you show me how to cup and massage your balls while I continue to stroke you. “Mari naa vollo koorchuntava?”(Then will you it in my lap?) I'm so hard. They quickly gathered themselves and straightened up, as other cars were now starting to park closer to them. Charles Dickens. I can give you what you crave. He also had fishnet stockings and a tiny amateur lace thong that had a problem keeping even his tiny pud covered. A wave of excitement swept through me, too powerful for the murk to come back. “All ass right then, goodnight.” Just a BJ. Lilith adopted a more somber expression immediately. I repeated my earlier instructions about spacing and communications. “I’m the one the indian audience most wants to see raped. Stand behind him, Karen and tease his nipples and watch what you are missing out on.” “Brock, your whisky tastes like piss!” I cackled, spraying the table. You reach over, running your hands over my broad shoulders, down my muscular chest, over my tightening stomach, and onto my thighs.