Perfect. Forget the slip. I wanted the silvery garter clips and straps to peek through the light linen material, providing a hint of what lay undernea...th. I then picked out a sheer white blouse with a frilly collar and low neckline. Pulling on the skirt and top, the look was completed. Still somewhat conservative, but much prettier than the standard black suit. Finishing the ensemble was a pair of three-inch slingback heels to show off my nyloned heels. Hmmm, pretty sexy. Out the door and off to. I closed my lips and eyes, and the pain which suddenly engulfed my body was too much to endure. I let out a moan restricting it as much as possible, knowing that any scream may alarm those downstairs (although there was no way any sound could reach from the 3rd floor terrace downstairs.My body slumped and I lay on my Mama’s chest, his cock completely embedded in my cunt. At first my Mama didn’t realise thinking that I had slipped, but later he realized and asked me “what have you done my. “Ouch ... that fucking hurt” she squealed.“Whack!!!”“Whack!!!”After about five hard smacks Lena has stopped complaining, and was now moaning and wiggling her mound about on his now hard cock that was separated by his clothes and hers.He was a little stunned when Lena murmured “Thank you master ... I’ve been a very naughty girl”.Now it all added up for him - Lena was a submissive who must have been without a master. Brad had some experience with submissive ladies so he would put that knowledge. ” And, penis swaying, he strodetoward the bathroom, where he turned on the tap and lettepid water run into the tub. “Take off the shoes andskirt but not the G-string and climb in, slave girl,”he said and handed her a bar of soap and wash cloth.“Aren’t you going to wash her yourself?” Sheila, whohad come with them, asked. “No, I want to watch her do it.” He lowered the toiletlid, sat on it, his feet flat on the floor, and leanedback with his hands.