Then there followed a swish and an explosion of pain as the crop hitme. "One thank you Miss." After a brief pause a second blow hit me."Two thank you ...Miss" and so it continued until I had received alltwelve strokes. By then my ass felt as if it was on fire and I was surethat I was marked for life, although in reality I suspected I wouldjust have some wheals and bruising that would disappear in a few days,but it would make me remember today for a while."There's a good girl," she said sweetly. Whenever Nisha aunty comes to my house I’ll try to take a peak of her boobs as she always wears night gowns the one with satin cloth, that sticks to her body showing her perfect shape. Every day she gets up at 5 in the morning to Sweep and put rangoli, so the same time I’ll get up open my windows to look at her upper boobs when she bends to sweep. Seeing her I’ll sit there and stroke my cock every day. This was like a daily routine, some days this goes 4 to 5 times a day.One fine day my parents. I reached for my shorts to cover up what was going on but Mr. Smith saw he grabbed my hand to stop me "What do you think you are doing boy?" he asked. "I need to get back to work Mr. Smith Sir" I couldn't believe I was calling him Sir he was in my head. He pulled my hand to the lump in his shorts "Look what you did to me boy!! Have you ever had a cock boy?" I pulled my hand away "No Sir I have a girlfriend" He smiled and grabbed my hand again and started to rub my hand on his cock I was. She pulled it out of her hungry hole, so that she could probe her tight anus with it. Dropping her head, she continued to put pressure on her ass star, until the broom handle pushed through her tight muscle ring with an almost audible pop. Goldy felt all the air leave her lungs, as her ass hole ate the broom handle. Loud guttural noises left the petite blonde, as her asshole was stretched by a unyielding wooden cock. With the broom handle a good six inches inside her gut, she worked the thick.