“Who's the bad boy here?”, asked Mrs. Tiffany.

To be honest, all the four of us were immoral boys.

“I am the bad boy!” answered the old man.

“You are very naughty today, I think I need to whack that lovely ass of your’s,” said Mrs. Tiffany sternly, and she whipped against the floor.

Are you serious? That old man's ass is lovely? What he needs is to shave that hairy charcoal burnt ass of his! I can see shades of yellow dried poop in his ass hair. SO, TOTALLY, gross and a BONE KILLER!! His furry as fuck, even Bear Grylls* might not survive in those hairy black forest.

“Please punish me! I have been a very, very bad boy. So punish me.”, said the old guy while he blushed and smiled like a creep.

“You asked for it, TAKE THIS” She slammed the whip right into his right hairy butt cheek.

“Ahhhhh,” he moaned with pleasure.

“And this,” she slammed the left butt cheek.

“Oooohhh” again he moaned.

“You have been a naughty boy,” she continued to whack both his butt cheeks, while she continued to swear, "Eat this you pervy, old man. You deserve this.”

Mrs. Tiffany looked almost like the ringmaster that tames the lion in a circus. SO BRUTAL!!

“Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me….Ahh…. I have been a naughty boy,*panting* I deserve this...Ohh.”, while he squealed with pleasure and continued to whirl his ass for more!

This hidden side of Mrs. Tiffany was the Real Shocker!! I hardly ever could believe my eyes and my ears.

“Sam? Are they getting laid there? I can hardly hear anything. The paint has hardened near my left ear. So, I can just hear the whacking of the whip. Can, I also take my turn to peek? Let’s switch place shall we!” said Joe.

“We shall get busted if we move! Stay where you are! “ I replied.

“You are not even getting a boner, while the most beautiful milf is getting whacked by the ass. You are wasting good moments.” countered Joe.

“I am not perverted like you, Joe. Shut the fuck up.”, I hushed him up.

I apparently won’t get a boner as long as the black old man’s yellow-haired ass is in the picture. I don’t believe that pleasure lies in brutality such as this. Still, Mrs. Tiffany dark side was surprising, and I do think that every human being has a demon-side in themselves. Well, I do feel a bit tingly, watching her. Is this, pleasure or excitement? Oh crap, Just imagining if I was in the place of that old man and Mrs. Tiffany would be spanking me instead, I am getting a little hard.

FUCK! No, I’m not a masochist! NO, I AM NOT!! This isn’t the time to get hard and drown in pleasure. We need to get out of here ASAP.

I called Dirk, “Dirk? Could you relay a pathway to escape near the bedroom? Is it possible to make a run from the bedroom window?”

In a second, Dirk was on the line, “This is Dirk. So what’s happening there, Sam? So tell me what’s going on there? I told you when they were in foreplay before. So it’s your turn...Sam?”

“Well, that old fart has a lovely black hairy ass that has some unwashed poop. He loves to be whacked by the whip which also has been soiled by the poopy ass hair. He has been flooding the floor with sweat, and he is smiling like a maniac. He has gigantic man-boobs, his hair has not even spared his nipples. He has a total boner that is twitching by every spank in his ass while he whirls his bootie for more.”, I replied.

“...”

I waited for his response but after a 30-second long wait,

“That was a boner-killer, sam.”,

“EXACTLY, my point.” It’s a relief when someone does understand your pain.

“So is there a possibility to make a run through the bedroom window?”, I asked.

“No, it would be a straight fall in the bushes here.”, replied Dirk.

“Damn it, any other way?”

“If you can make it to the next room beside, You all can escape by the storehouse roof that’s close by.”, suggested Dirk.

“I see, I shall let you know when we try to make a run, Thanks, Dirk. Over & Out.”

Well creating a diversion is very difficult. I can't ask Dirk to go and ring her bell for creating a distraction. Not this late night. For now, all we could do is wait, till this foreplay ends.

Joe’s limbs might go numb while we wait but he deserves this. Rob might be comfortable under the bed, so waiting might not be a problem. If we do get a chance to get to the next room, we shall grab it and run like crazy.

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“It’s time to leveling up your punishment,” said Mrs. Tiffany.

The old fellow was breathing heavily and his drool mixed up with the sweat on the floor.

Mrs. Tiffany has headed straight towards the cabinet where we were hiding.

What do we do??

She has a naughty smile and is heading, right toward us.

Does she have some S&M types of equipment in this cabinet?

Should I hide behind the clothes?

But Joe can be seen easily.

Then what should I do???

She stood right in front of the cabinet and grabbed the handle. I closed my eyes shut, and I heard the screeching noise of opening.

“So here you are!” said Mrs. Tiffany.

Crap! We are busted, I can’t even open my eyes. I am so ashamed. What if she kills us with the shotgun because we have discovered her hidden side. Should I ask Dirk to call my parents for help? But Dirk is a pussy, and he shall run away. Even if he did successfully bring my parents for help, I should be dead anyway!

Thank you for the beautiful life.

“Time for some punishment,” exclaimed Mrs. Tiffany

Eh?

Is she asking to join up with the foreplay? What the heck!! Me and S&M ???

NO, I won’t be doing it!! I WON'T!

I opened my eyes, but we were still safe inside the cabinet. In her hand was a long sturdy rope.

She actually, opened the drawer beside the cabinet where she stored up her rope. For a second I thought I was a goner. I am all sweaty and, the FUCK?! Why do I have a boner?!

Is it because I thought I was busted and she might invite to be her slave dog, and she could whip me like that old fart.

Nah that is not possible! I am not a masochist! I AM NOT!!

“Get your ass on the bed, your dog!” commanded Mrs. Tiffany.

The old dude obeyed as said.

She started to tie him up even harder.

His left arm was tied to his left leg and the right arm to his right. The rope went through his chest that uplifted his man boobs to shape. His crotch was tied up, and his balls were being stretched by the string that was tied at his neck.

He can't even move a muscle, while his ass was wide open in the view. Its right in front of me, and I can also peep at his butthole but not in hell I want to do that!

“Here open your mouth wide,” commanded Mrs. Tiffany while she took a ball gag from her pocket, and stuffed right in his mouth, “Now you won’t bark my doggie, I shall be right back for you. Mama going to give the present like always. Be right back! “

After she said that she left the room.

This would be the perfect opportunity to make a run with the absence of Mrs. Tiffany and old black fellow who can't talk or move at all.

But poor Rob is stuck under the bed!!

He is trapped under the weight of that fat old ass.

Should I roll and toss aside that old dude? And grab Rob and Joe and make a run? It’s very risky. It’s better that we wait.

But she returned in a minute.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. You have been naughty today, but you obeyed me in every way, so I bought your favorite present as always.” She exclaimed.

I was speechless! The women I always admired was fully naked in front of me.

I grabbed the walkie-talkie,

“Dirk, those huge knockers is in sight. You were correct, Dirk. Sorry for not believing you.” I said and again shoved the walkie-talkie in the pocket,

“Sam? Sam? What’s happening there?” replied Dirk,

but I ignored him and continued to gaze those beautiful mountain ranges.

“It’s time for punishment. So where is that lovely ass of yours?”, she asked seductively. The old man started to pant heavily. But he could not talk, just moan.

“Now it’s time to shove that ass of yours for good, Once and for all.” saying, so she equipped the dildo that she had on the left hand. I was distracted so didn’t see that coming until the last moment.

Hang on a second?!

Why is she wearing the strap-on Dildo?

But how will she use it?

Don’t tell me?

NO!

Is it what I am thinking? NO way, in the hell.

Isn’t that same dildo we got from the bathroom.

She got in the bed as well with the old fart and started to smooch him and caress his hairy ass.

Whereas Rob couldn’t move a muscle because he was trampled with the weight under the bed. I felt very sorry for Rob, but I couldn’t do a thing to help him out. Just sit and watch.

She started to shove that long dildo in his ass with her full might! She is merciless!!

The old man is moaning in pleasure that he almost is in tears. Mrs. Tiffany is riding on him like a pony.

Up and Down, up and down!

Poor Rob is trampled under the weight and is also absorbing the shockwaves from every thrust that Mrs. Tiffany was shoving into the old man's asshole!

“Sam, what the fuck is happening there? I can feel the bed shaking from the ground, here!” asked the curious Joe.

How should I answer Joe?! If I tell him that the holy grail he was licking a while ago is, actually that old man’s bunghole’s plaything, Then he would puke all over and might lose his mind! It’s better not to relate him the truth but what should I answer him with??

“Sam? What the fuck is going on? Is the party started, already? If yes trade place with me. Just let me have a peek over those gigantic bazookas, at least!....Sam??”, Joe continued to plead.

How should I avert Joe’s curiosity? THINK Samuel! Think!

Then suddenly something struck me!

My eyes opened wide.

It was not Idea what struck me, but it was Poncho.

That son of the bitch has returned. He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

He was staring Rob who was hiding under the bed.

Rob couldn’t see poncho as he was facing the opposite side. Even if tried, he could not move at all. I prayed for the poncho to go away.

For the first time, I wanted to beg something from God. Please go away!

But-

He rushed over Joe and started to bite his butt!

Although Mrs. Tiffany and old man were so engrossed in their foreplay that didn’t saw Poncho coming inside the bedroom.

Rob squealed in pain, but he succeeds to conceal his voice.

Rob usually brings treats for Poncho whenever he visits me. He stores the dog candies in his back pocket, which at the moment is under attack by Poncho himself.

JUST ONE WISH I WANTED and God ? you can't do that?

But the candies were stored in a tight-back pocket that would be almost impossible to eat.

Only one way Poncho can get hands on those, by tearing off the pocket itself.

But Sadly Poncho is an intelligent dog, so right now he is peeling Joe’s butt right NOW!!

ROB HANG IN THERE FOR FUCK SAKE!!!!!

-to be continued