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“Yeah,” my desi husband said. He looked up to see me. He was naked, our daughter bound to the table, ready to be my example. He gave me a bright smile. “You should tell your mother.” “What's neat?” I asked. “That the hippocampus controls your sense of fear. If it's larger, you have more sensitivity to it. It's also closely related to the amygdala. Both are used to process the context of a situation and how you should react to it.” She smiled at me. “Daddy's helping me study for my biology test on Monday while we waited.” “Wonderful,” I said, such a thrill running through me. I turned to my two hypnotized subjects. “Now this is my husband and my daughter. She's been a bad girl and needs to be spanked. “I do,” moaned my daughter. “I did something wicked indian on the internet. Now my daddy needs to spank me. son It makes me wet.” “Watch, servant Evie, this is how you have to act for your mother. You have to be wet for her to discipline you. Begging for it.” “I have to be wet for Mom to discipline me,” the mom redheaded girl said, her nipples pressing hard at her blouse. “Begging for it.” I nodded my head. “Mitch.” His hand cracked down on our daughter's rump. Pleasure washed out Leaked of my aching cunt as my daughter bucked, her arms, bound across the table, stretching. She took only half of it in each time but servant kept stroking the base as she did, just like he told her. It was hot, yet so soft desi and inviting. My orgasm intensified. The shock on her indian face. I can feel his spit begin to dribble into my asshole. The middle one. Oh baby. He opened his eyes and fondled her breasts more confidently now, even teasing her nipples with his fingers. He followed by stepping Leaked out of his shoes and pulling his pants down, and finally grabbed his loose boxers and nervously pulled them down. With Donny. I had given them all gifts, and I was curious about what would happen when they were around mom strangers. I son bet it was hot. “Don’t worry. She loved it when he did that.