''Those movies is that where you got the idea about sucking my cock?'' He asked while she continued to jerk him off. ''Yes, it looked like fun, so I j...ust thought maybe I can do it to you and it will make you happy.'' She said in her very shy voice. 'She was so sweet.' John thought to himself. How could any man be as blessed as he was, to have a daughter who wanted to please him in every way. She looked into his eyes and found her answer. No words were needed as. Finally, after a couple of years, I could keep quiet no longer. The beatings were becoming more frequent and with increasing brutality. The old Sikh would be pinching and twisting chitra’s nipples under her sari while slapping her in her tender areas and chitra was actually starting to laugh during the punishment. I stormed into the kitchen and lambasted the old Sikh bitch that promptly left the house, angrily cursing and swearing.I turned to the now crying young maid and asked her what was. Shay screamed as he did so, he wasn’t gentle with her at all actually he seemed to take some sick, sadistic pleasure in her pain. Jeff took out a spray bottle and started to mist her body with ice-cold water. Shay moaned with relief, the cold water gave her a brief reprieve from the burning and her nipples hardened from the cold. Eric was back and sitting on the couch, drinking and watching Jeff. “I think you’re right, she likes it,” Jeff crowed as he cupped her tits and rubbed his thumbs. They said hello, and he introduced me to them. The woman's name was Danielle, which was a long-running joke between them, the Daniel-Danielle thing. She was covered head to toe in cold-weather Bears gear. Danielle was stunningly beautiful, and at least fifteen to twenty years younger than the guy she was with, who looked to be in his mid-forties. She was probably in her mid-twenties. No more than thirty. All I could see was her face, but it was obvious that she was slim. She looked just like.