"Which do you prefer, slave? The crop or the paddle?"Cecil stretched his mouth a bit, then answered. "Whatever Misstress Heather desires."Inge was imp...ressed. "Ooh! What a good slave you are." She tossled his spiky hair, then slapped both cheeks at the same time."You have trained your slaves well, Heather."Heather just nodded her head. Acknowledging the obvious."Cecil, I know my desires are paramount. But if I had no opinion, and left it up to you, which would you choose?" The paddle, mistress.". She was a moving target as she tried to find something to press her pussy into. I licked and kissed the back of each knee and started up. Gina wanted what was coming but was afraid to ask. I pushed the large open leg of her panties away, kissed across the cheeks of her creamy soft ass and pushed them apart. Gina inhaled loudly and held her breath as I pressed my lips to her rosebud. I kissed and licked, still she held her breath. I forcibly pushed my tongue into her. She groaned, stiffened,. “Mom, Baba Khan came” I told. Mom said “ok. Ask him to sit for another one hour. I will have another fuck with Venkatesh. Go and sit with him bastard”. Yes Mom, I said and came out to sitting room.I was astonished. Baba Khan was seeing our family album and Moms close up photo and rubbing his dick on her face and kissing her nose and saying” oh.. What a beautiful whore.. (Pichhekkinche lanjave. Nee mukku kaipu ekkistunnadi. Nee sallu ahhhhhhhhhh kobbari bondale lanja. Nee pooku pagala denga) his. Thee halter was incredibly sexy he thought and had to admit he was curious what it would look like. The bra and latex items were also very sexy and he wondered just how large his collection of fetish clothing was going to end up. Finally when he saw her looking at the pants she had pulled out he couldn’t help but let out an anguished ?no way?? and a loud gulp. He knew leather would stretch and mold itself to him and mold him to itself, but even if he could squeeze into them by some miracle,.