The King is a ruler paddle that I made a while back and recently got around to putting the finish on. It's a very deep orange color with a very bold, ...rich grain.So I gave her a couple moderate swats with The King and asked her to guess. Being a smarty pants and a watcher of Jeopardy!, Kasey tried to give as broad an answer as she could. "A paddle," she said. I was feeling generous so I didn't take her to task for a vague answer and gave her the chance to tell me which one - we currently have. Ranjini of course accepted this, and decided to check their master bedroom, to make sure they had clean sheets and a tidy one.By the time they had all retired for the evening, Ranjini was pretty much exhausted, and couldn’t be bothered to get into her usual night dress, opting instead to sleep with just her inner wear. This one event was probably the catalyst for what happened next, for only twenty minutes after retiring, she had to go to the bathroom, and completely forgot she was semi. ”Unnoticed the slave went back into the kitchen while the buzz of the guest’s conversation continued. She opened the cupboard she had been commanded to and she cringed with fear at what she saw: a pair of knee high leather boots; the bondage bra and a pair of latex stockings. She shivered in her already revealing uniform, wondering how she would ever get through this day. As slowly as she dared she removed the maid’s costume and put on her new uniform, tightening the bondage bra until her. Nice wide hips, okay ass, around one hundred twenty pounds, "C" cup tities and curly black hair and a great bush that I am sure she trims. Mom started to stroke me some more, this time with some moaning and body guesters that I am sure on a normal day would have me spewing cum everywhere. Then I noticed a different smell and noticed mom's pussy seemed to be getting wet and her lips were open showing lots of pink. I was getting much more horny but my cock was not budging. Mom even put her.