She refuses, turning to try to spit on him. The crop twacks her ass cheeks, and she screams in pain. Once, twice, three time the guard whips her, leav...ing welts on her pale skin. Isabelle fights, trying to kick the guard away from her. She nails his thigh and is rewarded with a vicious strike across her back. The guard then forces the crop between her legs, alternating between slapping her pussy and grinding the rough leather against her clit. She bites her arm to avoiding yelling more, though. As soon as I came out of the house to greet her, he asked her: “mein jaoun?”” like as if he was in a hurry to rush back. She replied to him “Ji Imran Bhai chale jaen” He drove off and I greeted her, took her trolley bag and the bag which had the food into my house. I showed her the guest room, left her trolley bag and went to the kitchen to put the food she had brought in the fridge.When I had come back, Huma had taken off her scarf and had a dupatta over her head, I could now see quite a bit. Ain't many whiteboys around no more." Bud gulped, and nodded. He hoped that if he agreed he would at least be promised some reward or at least thanked, but seeing Cletis'face, realized nothing would be given to him. "Yes sir," he saidwoodenly. Once again, he thought, entrapped and used as usual. Standing at attention, he stood silently, waiting for instructions.Cletis looked up and down the walkway. "Here boy," he grinned,"ah gots some recyled beer for yo pussymouth. That is, if. Do you understand that?”He moved so he could stare down at painspot as she tried to nod her head. Finally she blurted out a tearful, “Yes.”“Good,” Master Jerome said as he swung the wooden paddle downward at her ass. It hit both asscheeks, but striking from above, the primary force was on the open area between the cheeks. From painspot’s scream, it may have made contact with her cunt or asshole.“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” painspot screamed, then she got control of herself and said shakily,.