I got an A on it, so that doesn’t count, does it?” “No, just very industrious of you, I would say.” “Well, I need my punishment now anyway, even if you’re going to be so very forgiving of me. And then I will give you my service for the week, for the small contribution that you offer me for my everyday life. I get an astoundingly small allowance from Dad, you know.” So, I moved up behind her glorious ass and took the small wispy lash that she handed me and proceeded to whip her up really good. After several minutes of that she said that I now needed to take her ass to emphasize the lessons that she was getting from me. So I looked down to the base of the stocks and there was a small bottle apparently of thick lube there and so I poured out a generous amount on to my hands, spread some on her sore behind and then anointed my dick and her anus in anticipation of my entry into the Scandal ‘back country.’ She whispered to me,” that is okay, just plow right on in!” I had no idea that a girl of that age could handle that, but my medium sized tool worked right up into the intended back tunnel, to her and my surprise and pleasure, and soon enough I emptied right up into her bowels. With that she motioned for me to release her. As she redressed to leave, I quietly queried her on what the usual donation was. Without looking at me, she mentioned a hundred dollars. I reasoned that I doubted that Fred had been so generous, but that I would be and told her so. She smiled and I handed over the bills and she notified me that Alice would be by in a couple of days. And that Alice was a very different kind of ‘animal’ as I would find out. With that she said that she would tell anyone that inquired of her presence that she was auditioning to do the mowing, which she would very much like to do if I accepted her in doing it. After she left and I answered Ashley’s inquiry by saying that I had been walking the neighborhood to familiarize myself with it, but then Ashley asked me about the young girl that was leaving the rear of the house. I just said that she was asking about a job of mowing our lawn and that I thought that I might let her do it. It is good to let young ones learn about laboring for money, I averred. Ashley decided with the production of a slightly tilted head to leave that one alone and move on to other things. With the house now in order to Ashley’s standards, at least all of the house that she knew about, she decided to take care of several of her regulars on Thursday starting at eight in the morning. I figured that there would be no “boom, boom’ this night and so decided to find some things of my own to bury myself into. So, since this house was evidently meant to be a very secretive cipher, I decided to try to solve some of its mysteries. They would be many, I thought, since there were a number of unaccounted for spaces in the arrangement of the rooms. So, I went down to the surveyor’s office to find out what they knew and they directed me to a little known office in the City Hall devoted to keeping records of construction in the city. It had records going back to the beginning of this city for all the buildings that were built with a permit. The premise of a necessary permit increased as the years went by and the civil penalties for ignoring had mounted up. There was a newspaper account a number of years ago, where a citizen tried to circumvent the law by building around and then progressively unbuilding the insides of an old house to avoid the taxes and regulations surrounding new indian construction. When the code enforcement office caught on to this, they closed off the building of it without even a roof over it for the summer. In the fall they relented and let the guy roof it and seal it up, but would not let him finish it up nor live in it for fifteen years, evidently as an example to others who might try this artifice. He gave a big party when it was finished and he moved right in, when he retired. Probably the intention of the city authorities to allow that at his retirement all along. And I gave her a peck on the cheek. I want them to understand what a useless whore I am and pull my hair and hurt me and I don't want to be able to resist them. “How long am I going to be the only exposed one here? I could take a cock or fingers or dildos without any prep. She then went over to the bad and indian laid down and cried. ‘Hell no, the love died a long time ago. I knew this to be very true, my Mistress always gets what she wants. He watched as the last remaining elf turned to the women in the room, and her face softened. He lifted his head as we walked closer. He Scandal took his fingers and rubbed the spit on the half-dried dog cum. He came to a halt and I shook his hand when he got out. The size of her ass cheeks made Kayleigh’s look modest. "Just a lot of the rangers, especially the ones that are trained." I lubed up his cock and my own asshole. I all so now own this house and all assets with in, all slaves are mine. Metal clangs. Wouldn’t you like to feel that?” The dress had a zipper in back all the way down to her ass. A moan escaped from Carla's lips. Why was I different? You had to ford those streams to get across the meadow. I’ve had the most incredible time of my life, all thanks to you and Jill. "I promise to be a very obedient little slut for you miss." I said as loud as I dared, my face flushed with shame. Some times, her mother would get home from work and lay on the couch as her father would rub and caress her feet and legs, causing pleasurable moans from her mother. All I could do was lay there with cum now trickling out of my ass. Her picture had her bikini tied around her neck, but, hanging between her breasts. I explained my reactions after shooting the man who had taken George hostage.