I am the wife of Robert, an Italian working for the Don. I am not supposed to leave the compound but I love to shop - so I sneak out when my husband is away on business.
Yesterday I was caught, and now I am waitng outside the Don's office to hear what my punishment will be. The door opens and I am escorted in by one of his henchmen. I am made to bend over an ottoman in the centre of the room facing a floor to ceiling mirror. My hands and feet are put in restraints, and my pretty red skirt is hoisted up so that my black panties are on show, I am wearing a suspender belt and black stockings. In the mirror I see the Don approach from behind. He takes his cigar out of his mouth and clips it safely under the elastic of my left suspender. He then rips my panties off, and I feel my cunt start to get warm and moist. He takes his belt off and starts to whack my tush. My juices start to flow down my thighs. After 5 lashes the Don rubs some ice where it feels sorest. As I flinch against the coldness of the ice I notice that Johny (the numberone bodyguard) who is standing facing me is starting to get a hard on. I hear a zipper open behind me, and Johny smiles a very dirty smile. I am frightened that I am about to be gang banged, but at the same time the thought makes me even more horney
Yesterday I was caught, and now I am waitng outside the Don's office to hear what my punishment will be. The door opens and I am escorted in by one of his henchmen. I am made to bend over an ottoman in the centre of the room facing a floor to ceiling mirror. My hands and feet are put in restraints, and my pretty red skirt is hoisted up so that my black panties are on show, I am wearing a suspender belt and black stockings. In the mirror I see the Don approach from behind. He takes his cigar out of his mouth and clips it safely under the elastic of my left suspender. He then rips my panties off, and I feel my cunt start to get warm and moist. He takes his belt off and starts to whack my tush. My juices start to flow down my thighs. After 5 lashes the Don rubs some ice where it feels sorest. As I flinch against the coldness of the ice I notice that Johny (the numberone bodyguard) who is standing facing me is starting to get a hard on. I hear a zipper open behind me, and Johny smiles a very dirty smile. I am frightened that I am about to be gang banged, but at the same time the thought makes me even more horney
