"Thank you, David." Holly meekly replied before turning and crawling to Audrey. Audrey nearly had tears in her eyes as she took young Holly into her arms. She laid the girl down on the stomach and began gently rubbing her burning ass with ice Mms cubes. Holly laid in such a way that her head was still turned my way and her eyes lovingly stared up at me as she smiled over her success. "Your turn, bitch." I said, sharply to Karen, causing her to shudder slightly. I took the paddle and set it off to the side on the bed. I then took the wire switch and held it out in front of Karen and told her to hold it between her teeth, which she did. I grabbed the belt and drew the leather strap around her desi supple neck. Sliding the tip through the buckle, I cinched it tightly around Karen's throat, pulling until I could see her eyes bulging slightly and her face reddening. "Try to breath." I commanded. I listened carefully as I heard the labored sound of air struggling to pass through indian her constricted airway. She could breath, but I had cut it off just enough that her body would demand more than it would get, keeping her in a constant state of panic if she didn't relax. "Fold your arms behind your back." I told her and she complied. No longer able to use her arms to help stabilize herself, Karen's upper body was held up by her head alone. I pulled back on the belt strap, effectively pulling Karen Bhabhi up by her throat. She wheezed as she tried, almost in vain, to pull precious oxygen into her lungs. I didn't pull her entirely upright, preferring to keep her bent forward so the tension remained taut and her discomfort remained constant. I did however, pull her up just enough to explose her well shaped breasts and elongated nipples. Given her awkward position, her chest stuck out naturally as I was keeping her aloft via her throat. I took the switch from her mouth and placed it on her left nipple. She did her best to moan, but it sounded more like a groan from a wounded animal through her constricted air passage. Starting with small, ever growing, circles, I slowly dragged the switch in a spiral out from her nipple until I encircled her entire breast. No sooner had I completed the spiral, I snapped the end of the wire across her nearly inch long nipple, causing Karen to cry out in a grotesque sound. I whacked the nipple a few more times, until it was a deep red, each whack drawing a similar distorted wail from the mother. I didn't bother drawing out the same process on the other nipple, preferring to simply get to the point and began strumming her motherly appendage viciously with the switch. I missed a few strikes, slapping the switch violently down on her supple breast, due to Scandal her wiggling and bouncing in reaction to her nipples feeling on fire. "This can stop at any time, Karen." I told her. "You only need to drop your arms and crawl away. I promise, I will let go of the belt and allow you to run away. You do want to run away, don't you?" I teased. "No!" She cried out in a raspy voice. That's when I lit up both her breasts with a flurry of welt-raising strikes on her tender breasts. “You don’t understand” she stammered, “I have tried, indian but I am too scared to date any guys and I don’t know what to do. The sound of his zipper lowering filled my ears. "Senthil," she asked, "was that your first kiss?" Madison’s breathing returned to normal after a few minutes as the cold air from the AC vent began to blow on her now chilly wet body and pussy fluid that had saturated her sheets and mattress. I landed on the paper covering, the padding hard beneath my knees. What? Within a few days you both should move past the other level five. Dixie looked at the size of me, blushed even deeper red and started stroking, pinching and twisting her nipples. “What, for how long?” Maggie asked, panicking. “Yup.” Bhabhi Behind her, Sonja was bouncing on my cock desi like my lap was a trampoline, her giant tits heaving and her facing blushing as she cried out in bliss. Her features gave her an effortless look of refinement and maturity well beyond her years. I get a mouth working on my dick and what else am I suppose to think about? There was only one last girl. That’s when he began running his tongue in circles around my engorged clit. Mms Trust me, I Scandal hate fighting.