He considered closing his eyes, getting in another five or ten minutes of snooze. But the bustling sounds of activity going on downstairs told him tha...t there would be no peace to be found.Slowly he sat up, blinking away sleep and glancing around at his bedroom as the cobwebs were shaken from his mind. Science fiction posters lined his walls. Books and comics had begun to form small mountains over by his desk while clothes where hastily thrown about. He’d have to do something about that before. 'I didn't say you could do that, did I?' A look of sheer terror went through him, and I could see him squirm as he knew I wanted to spank him again! 'I-I'm so sorry, Mistress!' he apologized. No good. He would have to be corrected. I ordered him up and got him to lay flat on his couch. His red buttocks were tensed tightly, rippling under the pale blue chemise of his negligee. I strode purposely to his head, placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and whispered into his ear, 'I only do this because I. Make me cum!"Still grinding his lips against his stepmother's shiny pink button, he teased her clit lightly but, deliberately, with the tip of his tongue.Mai squeezed her hips together and lifted them off the bed as she pushed her hairy mound upwards. She held the back of her stepson's head as she worked her way toward another orgasm.She moaned loudly when James pushed the first two fingers of his right hand deep into the recesses of her furry furnace and began sawing them in and out of her. Or the power of a curse,” a woman’s voice neighed out. A beautiful, pale woman with a voluptuous body walked to the front. Her thin, white, robe accented more than concealed the curves of her body. Her dark areolae were clearly visible as her stiff nipples pushed the thin fabric away from her breasts. Only one thing marred her beauty. She had the head of a mule which was clearly visible through the white gauze veil which she wore.“They call me la mujer mula, the mule woman,” she said, her voice.