Please whip me with your belt because I am such a bad whore that I deserve it.”I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my pants. I held it in one han...d and yanked Maggie’s head up by the hair again. “With this belt, slut?”“Yes, Sir. Please whip me really hard with that belt, Sir. Please, I should be whipped as hard as you can with that belt.”Back behind her again, I gently swung the belt so it slapped lightly against her ass.“Please, Sir. Whip me as hard as you can. Please, whip my naughty whore. The hard part was going to be the pictures and the advertising to draw men to her site that would be willing to pay for her pictures.Mom surprised me when she handed me a disk full of pictures that dad had taken of her over the years. They were arranged in date order. The first ones had been scanned from photographs and Polaroid pictures. Then there were some taken with an old digital camera and finally with the new digital camera that mom had bought for dad a few years ago. It seemed that dad. Bhaiee jan nay mairay dono boobs ko pakra huwa tha aur sehla raha thaa. Main sir jhukay Bhaiee jan kay lund ko apnay under athay huway daik bhee rahee thee aur Bhaiee jan boobs kay elawah mairee kamar ko bhee sehla rahay thaay. Lund ko daikh rahee thee kistarah mairee chooth kocheertha huwa under araha thaa aur mairay chooth kay undrooni hissay main aik jashn ka sama thaa pura jims gun guna raha thaa keh bhaiee jan ka lund apnee bahen kee chootk ko pehchan kar under araha thaa usrat to maloom. I'm certain you've all met the type, my dad was like that. He called it McGyvering after that old show on TV.While Donald and I weren't really dating, we had kind of evolved into getting together on the weekends more often than not. I would spend a Friday or Saturday at their place. In the morning, Donald liked to sleep in; he was a late morning sleeper. I couldn't do that. I'm an early riser and still am. So I'd get up, make some coffee and read the paper or a book or something. It turned out.