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the Cult Mother looked at her babies fondly and the chaos they made. "I'm not in a mood to punish today" - She thought and went up the stair to the main house closing and locking the door behind her. She laughed a little as she thought about the "Fist Hammer" that came for review from fuckingmachine in today's mail. It included a gyno bed and adjustable windmill.........
 
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It was almost instantaneous how they jumped at each other like lions in heat, ripping off her skirt & wet panties, then he fingered her madly & deeply. She pushed herself into his fingers as his face, and mouth, went at her pussy. Mmmmm, she tasted good he thought. He kept at it eating it, tasting it, and fingering it too as her pelvis pushed back at his mouth endlessly. She was horny as fuck and begging for a good
 
but a hot stinging slap on his cheek brought brodkill back from his daydreaming to his senses.

"What the fuck, you think you are doing here? Sitting in my favorite chair with a silly fucking green on your face? Get down on your knees and follow me", Cult mother hissed at him.

A cold shiver went down brodkill's spine at the sound of her voice. Without any delay, he came on to his four and followed...
 
After crawling on the floor like an animal, his knees began to bleed. Her lack of sympathy shattered his dignity into pieces, then a crack of a whip, tearing soft flesh off his backside, as a happy tear rolled down his cheak, in a low whimper he said
 
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