There was a rack with gymslips and they found one that fitted. Hannah chose a white blouse. Then Hugo picked up a box.“You ought to wear a pair of t...hese” he said opening it. Inside were various pairs of regulation knickers of different colour. Hannah selected a pair that looked suitable but grimaced at the style of them. They were nothing like the lovely knickers she usually wore.“Ok, get changed if you like” Hugo suggested.He didn’t seem to be leaving so Hannah removed her skirt and top and. ”SPLAT! He laid it on much harder than the earlier ones.S-sev-ven, m-Master,” she stammered as she almost lost it to the stronger stroke with the slipper.SPLAT!“Eight, m-Master.”SPLAT!“Ni-ine, Master,” she barely managed.“Thank me for correcting you,” came the curt command. David was enjoying this immensely.“Thank ... Thank y-you m-Master for c-cor-recting m-me, m-m-Master.” She stammered her thanks, and was then ignominiously dumped on the floor.“Now we can begin. Kneel up between my legs and. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. We didn't speak, but after just another few seconds, we both closed the gap and pressed our lips together.We didn't touch each other more at that moment, we just kissed unlike siblings, but still did it somewhat lightly. If I knew him, he had that weird feeling going throughout his body, but still like it a bit. After ten seconds of broken up kissing, we both leaned away. "How was that, sis?" I like it oddly, and it appears your prick liked it too. Would you like me to touch it?" No, not yet.
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