She's shouting, "yes, yes" with each penetration. Then with one more slap on my ass the pain goes beyond anything I've ever known or imagined. I star...t to make a mewling sound as my mind loses all thought. I'm not even a real person any more, just a biological receptacle for pain. I couldn't come up with a safe word even if there was one. She is truly evil and clearly has no intention of stopping. She is an evil sex kitten lapping up my pain like it was cream. My vision is going into a. "Take off your skirt." I told her suddenly. "Oh my God,what do you..." she started to say, until she realized that she was undoing the button on the side of her skirt, pulling down the zipper and letting her skirt fall down around her boots. It wasn't very nice of me, but I made her stand like that for a few minutes. "I am sorry Master." she said with her head bowed. I admired her body. She had on thigh high stockings and black lacy underwear that hid nothing. Her pussy was. But I do get annoyed when they try to take undue advantage of me and I tell them so.This affair started nearly two years back. Here I am detailing the start of affair. Sumitra was a young girl of 20 years then. She was employed as a full time maid with our neighbours. Generally people avoid sending such maids for outdoor purchases but our neighbours were generous enough to trust her. Needless to say, Sumitra never gave them any chance to distrust her.Initially, I didn’t have strong feelings for. The girl was grateful for the younger brother’s remark. It had served to remind her that she was born for the Master’s pleasure and to fulfill the contract that could keep her mother alive but it was she who had discovered the arousing of her body. And the girl wanted more. His party was very elegant and was attended by highly cultured people who had arrived in a fleet of Porsches and Aston Martins. The males wore black capes and a silver Venetian mask with black accents. The younger brother.