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But our love for each other conquers all.
And the bitch was intended at my complete disposal, so my tastes won, and the choice was small.
At first, Dana served only as a housekeeper.

We sat together at the table, talking about life in the evenings, neither the husband nor I hurried the girl.
Over time, she got used to us, we to her.
She was obedient, polite, executive.
Homework, which I hate, finally stopped worrying me.
For this was Dana.
But increasingly, over dinner, my husband raised the issue of threesome sex.
Dana was embarrassed, blushing.
I was nervous.
“She’s not just washing floors here,” an annoying thought ran through my head every evening.
Once Dana asked for leave in the evening to walk.
I did not mind.
We did not plan to keep the girl in prison.
But she did not return at ten or eleven.
I listened to the sounds in the house until one o’clock in the morning – nothing.
In the morning, seeing my husband to work, I entered her room.
This rubbish slept the angel’s sleep.
What time I came, where I was, I was not interested.
I do not tolerate disturbances in our home.
Closing the door of her room, I went behind the stack.
Such rudeness could not go unpunished.
It must be said that the possibility of physical punishment was specified initially, but so far Dana did not give a reason and nobody touched her.
Today is such a moment.
Jerking off the blanket, I lifted the head of a sleeping beauty by my hair.
She gasped, and I caught a faint smell of alcohol.
It was the height of arrogance.
The sleepy girl looked at me and seemed to understand little.
Sticking her head into the pillow, I pulled up the hem of the shirt in which she was sleeping.
The stack, whistling, fell on her ass.
Pink, tender and innocent.
Is it innocent? Doubts away – if you don’t do this now, it will be too late.

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quietly whined, burying her face in the pillow.
How long it lasted, I do not know.
I know one thing – she understood why.
At some point I felt sorry for her.
I threw the stack on her back and pointedly slammed the door.
To calm down, I went to the greenhouse.
Flowers always calmed me.
She sprayed the leaves of some, watered the others, adjusted the weeds.
The husband called: “Is she at home?” – “Yes”, – “I hope you explained what was happening?” – “Even as you explained, in the most intelligible way,” – “You are my good girl.”
We met in the kitchen.
I made coffee and sat down at the table.
Dana entered.
Washed, dressed in form, she knelt in front of me and stretched out the stack.
– Forgive me, Madam.
I was guilty.
Thank you for the lesson.
This will not happen again.
– sure? – Yes.
What can I do to make you believe? I moved to the edge of the couch and spread my legs, silently poked her head into my crotch.
Dana obediently walked her tongue over her lips, and suddenly something woke up in her.
Something like a wild animal.
She began to diligently lick my pussy, as if she had been offered a delicious treat.
Her tongue fluttered like a butterfly, slightly touching, then like a bumblebee, glaring at the cleft of the lips.
She sucked the clitoris with her lips, drawing him in almost to the pain, then letting go and working with the tongue again.
I lay back, spreading my legs to the sides as much as possible, gasping for air, growling, pressing my head more firmly into my arms.
Having almost lost control of the situation, I finished.
Stormy, with a cry, sharply knees together, holding her head.
At that moment I felt a wave that swept through her body.
It seems that this bitch, depicting innocence for so long, also ended.
With my left hand, lifting her head by the chin, with the right I slapped her cheek: – No more excuses, today you will spend the night in our bedroom.
“Yes, Madam,” with lowered eyes, this petty bitch answered meekly.
Home chores, cooking dinner.
I did not persist in talking to her, she was also silent.
The husband, arriving home, first of all pulled up the hem of her skirt.
Pink stripes from whipping still decorated our beautiful ass.
Slapping her a couple of times, he nodded approvingly to me.
At dinner, my husband spoke only to me.
Dana remained completely isolated.
After dinner, we went to the fireplace.
Dana was left to clean the table.
– You did everything right? – Yes, dear, today she will be with us.
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