Thanks for your feedback for the previous parts of the story. Let’s enjoy the journey.Next day was a Sunday so I didn’t worry to wake up Ayesha, I... let her sleep well after her first orgasm of the previous night. She woke up around 10 a.m. and got ready. Mr. Husband had not returned home so we were the only two for the breakfast so we were on the dining table. I was in a kurti and leggings whereas my daughter was in loose shorts and slip (shameez). I said,“So honey how was the experience last. Laura could easily have been the unofficial chairperson of the, ‘I’d rather be an old man’s love than a young man’s slave,’ club. Although not entirely rude, she had a slightly haughty demeanour with all the staff in Mr. Harris’ employ. Being younger than Mr. Harris’ sons, a few lifted eyebrows appeared once Laura moved in.Ratchet had the hots for Laura and would’ve liked nothing better than to grip hold of her and throw her over the solid wooden table in his workshop, before fucking the hell. My titties were on fire, bright red and covered top and bottom with marks. After that, the pain became a blur. He worked up and down my belly, then my thighs from crotch to knee.Marco stopped for a minute, rubbing his crotch and smiling. Then, he walked around behind me. I readied myself for another back whipping but instead, the horrible leather strands came up between my legs and smacked against my naked and swollen pussy. I screamed and tried to move but couldn't. He hit me there again and. I started rubbing him and he said to go slow because he wanted to enjoy the bj since he did not get t hem at home. He then told me he wanted his ass rimmed and asked if I do that. I said I never have done it, but will try. He turned around and I spread his ass cheeks and ran my tongue around his right hole. He then told me to lick the center and moaned as I complied. Before I knew it he told me to tongue fuck his ass, which I did. I don't know what tuned me on more, doing the act or.