Could she be gently Persuaded?

Original Story: Gentle Persuasion

Original Author: Ramos

Original Source: http://josie.duh.org:69/CLASSICS/gentle.html

Original Publishing Date: 14 Dec 2001

"So much to clean," Luz sighed as she passed the feather duster over a bronze statuette of a wild stallion. She looked around the study, just one of the many rooms in Dona Roberta's expansive hacienda. Dona Roberta was fond of nicknacks, paintings and ornaments that had anything to do with the Old West, and the house was full of them. In the study alone there were statuettes of horses, Cowboys and Native Americans, models of trains and wagons, paintings of classic western landscapes, even a traditional Native American headdress made up of dozens of eagle feathers. And all the rooms in the hacienda were like this; even Dona Roberta's lovely step-sister, Avelina, who loved to adorn the house with flowers and other special touches, complained that her step-sister's collection was simply too much.

Clarita stood up from wiping the top of the coffee table with a dusty rag. "Yes, Luz, it is a lot of work. But Miss Avelina is such a pleasure to work for, I don't mind."

Luz was the matron of the housekeepers, forty years old, buxom, but with a very slim waist and raven hair. She looked at the younger girl. Clarita was eighteen, only one year younger than Elenita, Anarosa, Rafaela and Carmela, the other four girls who worked for Dona Roberta and Avelina, and in fact looked very much like them despite hair difference. Luz smiled at Clarita. She almost envied them; sometimes the way the light caught their big expressive eyes, cherubic faces and long, straight pony tails would make them look more innocent than she knew they were. She was sure that for Clarita and her friends every day was full of fun and games, mischief and adventure.

She could not very well blame the younger ones for enjoying Miss Avelina; she was attractive, warm and friendly, and very generous to the housekeepers. She was always laughing and joking. Indeed, for the past year and a half since she and her step-sister had bought the estate and Miss Avelina had hired Luz and the others, she had treated them as if they were family. Avelina, was young herself - in her early twenties, about fifteen years younger than her step- sister - and so, aside from wealth, had many things in common with her young employees.

Don Roberta, on the other hand, was a shallow Mexico City socialite, and made no attempt to conceal her disdain for her step-sister's hired help. her complaints and derision were constant. She was also very busty, if a bit chubby.

"Now, now," Luz gently scolded her, still smiling. She returned her attention to her work.

Clarita also went back to cleaning. "Yes I know," she sighed. "It's just that . . . "

Elenita came running into the study, cutting Clarita off in mid-sentence. "Miss Avelina has just left with her bags packed!"

"What?" both Luz and Clarita exclaimed.

"That's right! She told me that she was moving back to Acapulco and that she would be sending Carla back for the rest of her things," Elenita continued. "She looked very sad," she added. "She's always loved this house. She said she couldn't bear leaving."

"Why did she leave?" Luz could hear the rising disappointment in Clarita's voice as she begged for an explanation.

Elenita said with some finality, "She had to sell her half of the estate to Dona Roberta."

"Oh, no," Clarita, throwing her dust cloth down. Luz could not help but empathize with her young friends. They all knew that when Miss Avelina and Dona Roberta had gone in together on the estate, Dona Roberta had agreed to allow Avelina to be solely responsible for the hiring of household help. They also all knew that, as ruthless and money-hungry as Dona Roberta was, the possibility, or rather, the threat, of her lawyers finding a profitable loophole in her contract with Avelina, thus enabling her to buy her out, breaking Miss Avelina's heart as well as putting them out in the cold, always hovered over Luz and the others.

Rafaela, Carmela and Anarosa then quickly entered the study. "I guess you heard the news?" Anarosa said as she saw the look on Luz and Clarita's faces.

"Yes," Luz said. "I wish there were something we could do. Has anyone talked to her?"

"No," Elenita said. "She's just finished bathing and is in her bedroom now."

"Besides," Rafaela said, "If she’s bought Miss Avelina out and plans to fire us all, what could we say to her, and why would she listen to us?"

"Your right, of course, Rafaela," Luz said. "There's nothing we could say to convince her. We all know how stubborn she can be when it comes to money, and we also know that she doesn't give a damn about us."

"That's right," Carmela added. "And now that Miss Avelina's gone, she’s in charge."

Luz shook her head. "I just wish there were something we could do."

***

"Help! Help me!" Dona Roberta's cries shattered the quiet in the hacienda.

Luz and the girls ran out of their quarters and into the downstairs hallway in their robes and pajamas, rubbing sleep and confusion from their eyes. "What was that?" Rafaela wondered out loud.

"Help me!"

"It's Dona Roberta!" Anarosa said.

They all ran up the spiral staircase and along the upstairs hallway. They saw light pouring from Dona Roberta's open bedroom doorway into the dark hall ahead. They slowed with apprehension, and the girls followed Luz step by step along the wall as they edged closer to the bedroom door. Luz motioned to the girls to stop, very slowly brought her face to the edge of the doorway and looked in with one eye.

Don Roberta's bedroom was as finely furnished as the rest of the hacienda, but it was now in a state of total disarray. Dresser drawers had been opened and rummaged through, and Luz could immediately tell that many of Dona Roberta's valuable ornaments were now missing. The glass doors to the bedroom's balcony were wide open, and a warm, dry breeze blew into the bedroom.

Don Roberta lay there on a big, plush bed with four tall brass posts, fat and pampered, dressed in silk nightie and slippers. Lengths of velvet rope that had been torn from the drapes had been used to bind her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and a piece of tape hung loosely off the side of her mouth. A book lay strewn on the floor at the bed's side. The thieves had obviously been aware of Dona Roberta's nightly ritual. After having finished her bath, she had most certainly read herself to sleep, unaware that the thieves were just outside her windows, listening and waiting to move in to bind and gag her once they heard her soft snoring.

Clarita had to stifle a giggle.

"Don't just stand there, dammit, help me!" Dona Roberta cried.

Luz ran to the glass doors as the girls followed her into the bedroom. She stepped outside to look around for a moment, and then stepped back inside, shutting the panes behind her. "You must've scared them off with your shouting," she said, reaching down to yank the dangling tape off her cheek and then holding it up. "I guess they didn't make sure this was on tight." She tossed the piece of tape onto the night table.

"Well, are you going to untie me?" Dona Roberta demanded, still agitated.

Luz, who was barefoot, now crept stealthily around the bed until she loomed over her at her left side, hands on her hips. Clarita admired how slinky and cat-like her movements were.

"Perhaps, Dona Roberta," Luz told her. "Perhaps not."

"Wha . . . what is this! What's going on here?" Dona Roberta roared. "Luz, what's this all about? Untie me at once!"

Luz slowly shook her head. "Not until we've had our say, Dona Roberta. I think we'd all first like to ask you to reconsider buying Miss Avelina out."

"That's right," Anarosa now spoke up. "It's not right to break her heart like that. Miss Avelina loves this hacienda."

"Oh, I see," Dona Roberta spoke more quietly now. "So this is what this is about. Afraid you'll end up on the street, eh? Well, let me tell you, I'll fire you all without blinking an eye if you don't untie me at once!"

"We're going to be fired, anyway," Clarita countered. "Unless you make things go back to the way they were," Carmela added.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Luz asked again.

"Not a chance," Dona Roberta answered. "Now let me go, or, so help me, not only will you all be fired, I'll have you all arrested as well!"

"You see?" Rafaela cried out, throwing her arms up. "There's nothing we can do to change her mind!"

"Then that's it, I guess," Luz conceded moving toward the bed to begin untying her.

"No!" Clarita cried. She turned to Dona Roberta. "You cold-blooded . . . " Clarita then turned again to the others. "We should do something to her that she really, really hates, something to make her really sorry! We should . . . we should . . . " She pounded her fist against her thigh in angry frustration and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "We should tickle her feet!"

"What!" the others said in unison.

Don Roberta stared at Clarita, apparently unable to believe what she had just heard.

Luz moved away from the bed, chuckling.

"Well," Clarita responded defensively, "we should!"

"That's crazy!" Dona Roberta shouted, though Luz heard genuine fear in her response.

"How do you know she’s ticklish?" Anarosa asked.

"Oh, she’s ticklish, alright," Elenita told her. "I once saw Miss Avelina walk by her and scratch her heel while she was lying by the pool. she jumped up and screamed at her. she really hates it."

"Actually," Luz finally spoke up, still chuckling "maybe it's not such a bad idea."

"It's crazy, I tell you!" Dona Roberta shouted again, the panic was audible, though. "Let me go at once!"

"I think tickling her feet is a good idea," Rafaela smiled.

"Yes," Luz said. "We can tickle her until she agrees not to buy Miss Avelina out, until she agrees to ask her to come back. If she doesn't, we have nothing to lose, so we can just go on tickling and tickling her poor feet."

"No! Please!" Dona Roberta begged.

"Yes!" Carmela taunted. "Let's tickle her feet!"

"Will you change your mind about the estate, then?" Luz deigned to ask her one more time.

Don Roberta settled back onto her pillow. "Absolutely not, and you'll be in real trouble if you don't . . . "

Luz ignored her response and took two short steps toward the foot of the bed, kneeling there by her left foot. She slowly pulled her slipper off with her left hand, set it to the floor and simply sat there for a moment contemplating her bare foot. Dona Roberta's feet were as pampered as the rest of her, all soft, smooth skin, without a blemish or spot of dry skin anywhere.

Don Roberta raised her head as much as possible - her arms were tautly stretched above her head - and said as menacingly as she could, "Luz, I'm warning you . . . "

"Tickle her feet!" Clarita coaxed, the slightest hint of cruelty in her voice. "Tickle her feet!"

Luz brought both hands to her foot, resting the fingertips of her left hand beneath her toes and the fingertips of her right hand against her toenails. her foot flinched slightly in anticipation. She very slowly, very gently, drew the pads of her fingertips down along the top and sole of her foot at the same time. At first her foot jerked wildly back and forth while she screamed at her between obscenities to stop at once, but her fingertips stayed with her foot as it moved frantically back and forth and from side to side, trying in vain to avoid the gentle touch of her fingertips. As her fingertips reached her heel and ankle and began to draw slowly back up toward her toes, she quieted suddenly, and her foot actually became quite still, except for an occasional flinching of the toes, as if her own foot succumbed despite its owner, deciding for itself that it was useless to try to escape the soft, maddening tickling.

"Tee-hee-hee-hee! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" Dona Roberta began to softly giggle.

All the girls watched intently; Clarita and Carmela chewed on their thumbnails, hopping up and down on their toes, grinning and giggling to themselves, while the others just stood there, mesmerized. They were all insanely ticklish, especially on their bare feet, and they knew that they would be thrashing and screaming wildly if Luz or anyone else were doing this to them. It was obvious to them that Dona Roberta was just as ticklish, maybe even more so, and the fact that she seemed to have lost all her strength and ability to struggle against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles, that all she could do was lie still, tittering lightly, suffering the light touch of Luz's fingertips, fascinated them to no end. As they watched Luz's fingertips move slowly up and down the top and sole of her barely twitching foot, slowly up, and then slowly down, her fingernails never even grazing the skin, just the pads of her fingertips very slowly, very lightly caressing her bare foot, her hands moving in unison, up and down, up and down, covering as much of her bare foot as possible, as if they were palm fronds, something clicked and tingled inside all of them; they knew what **** this gentle tickling must be, and they were happy that Dona Roberta was feeling all of this terrible tickling on just one foot.

Luz looked over to the girls as she continued to stroke Dona Roberta's foot. "Well," she told them, grinning fiendishly, "you can help me if you like."

"No!" Dona Roberta begged between giggles. "Hee-hee-hee- hee-hee! Enough! Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee! It tickles!"

Clarita, thumbnail still between her teeth, looked over to the others and caught the glint in Elenita's eyes. They nodded to each other and both sprang forth toward Dona Roberta's right foot, Clarita kneeling on the floor facing the sole of her slipper, and Elenita settling herself down on the edge of the bed between her ankles, resting herself across the top of her right calf. Clarita quickly yanked her slipper off, and she and Elenita immediately began to touch her bare foot.

"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah! Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! Sto- ha-ha-ha-hap! Don't tickle my fee-hee-hee-hee-heet! P-Pleahahahahahasse!"

Clarita used the tip of her index finger very lightly, drawing slow, lazy strokes with that single fingertip up and down, up and down her soft, bare sole. She never changed her tempo, but simply stroked up to just beneath her middle toe and back down, gingerly along the very middle of her sole, to the center of her heel, and then back up again with that one gentle fingertip, up and down, up and down, tickling and tickling. Elenita used all five fingertips in much the same way she watched Luz use her ten fingers, softly caressing the top of Dona Roberta's bare foot, from the base of her toes, down to the ankle, back up and from side to side, as if she were lovingly stroking a favorite pet.

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" Dona Roberta roared hysterically.

Anarosa leaned over to Rafaela and whispered something to her, and Rafaela responded with an enthusiastic nod. The two padded quickly and silently out of the bedroom.

Carmela didn't notice her two friends leave the room. She simply stood there in a state of subdued excitement as she watched Luz, Clarita and Elenita apply a **** that was so subtle, and yet so intense. Without realizing it, she edged closer to the foot of the bed to get a better view of Dona Roberta's soft, twitching bare feet.

While she continued to caress the top of Dona Roberta's left foot with the fingertips of her right hand, Luz took her left hand away from her bare sole to motion at Carmela. "Come on," she invited.

Carmela did not hesitate. She knelt on the floor to face Dona Roberta's bare left sole and quickly brought all five fingertips of her right hand to the soft ball of her foot, wiggling the fingertips against the skin very quickly, but very lightly.

"HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" Dona Roberta guffawed. "STO-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAP! DON'T TI-HI- HI-HI-CKLE MY FEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEET ANY MORE! HEE-HEE-HEE- HEE-HEE! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

Carmela brought her lightly wiggling fingertips down to the tender arch of her foot and left them there for a bit, tickling and tickling, then brought them wiggling down to the heel, then back up to the ball of the foot, wiggling her fingertips gently beneath her toes, and then back down to the arch to linger there for long, torturous moments, scrambling all five fingertips softly, lightly and randomly against the smooth skin, tickling and tickling and tickling. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," she cooed, and this verbal teasing, if it were at all possible, seemed to make Dona Roberta laugh even harder. Tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks as she shrieked hysterically, yet her feet hardly moved, her toes twitching only slightly now as her bare feet endured the soft, merciless tickling of the four women. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," Carmela taunted again. "I love to tickle feet! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Luz smirked as she saw Dona Roberta’s nipples harden.

Anarosa and Rafaela returned and smiled gleefully as they heard Dona Roberta's raucous laughter. They approached Luz with their hands behind their backs, and Rafaela whispered something in Luz's ear.

It was enough to make Luz stop what she was doing and laugh out loud. She held her hand up to Carmela, Clarita and Elenita, who had not yet stopped tickling Dona Roberta's feet. "Hold on a moment, girls," she said, and after a moment more of slightly more intense tickling, they finally, albeit quite reluctantly, stopped.

Don Roberta's laughter abated as she gasped to catch her breath. "No more," she said weakly, "no more."

"We will stop, Dona Roberta," Luz said, and she heard a couple of "Awww"s from a couple of the others. Inwardly, she had to admit to herself that she felt the same way - torturing this evil putina beyond belief was quite gratifying, and Rafaela and Anarosa's plan would add immensely to the **** - but she realized that she must keep the ultimate goal of all this in mind and try once again to persuade Dona Roberta to see reason. "There is no sense in your enduring any more of this," she told her as her breath became steadier. "All you need to do is call Miss Avelina and your lawyers and tell them you've changed your mind."

It was obvious from the seething look in her eyes that Luz's brand of reason was the furthest thing from her mind. "I'll see you all behind bars, you bitches! I'll see you hang! You'll never get away with this! Release me now!"

Luz was almost glad that she was being this stubborn, and she knew that her co-workers felt the same way, that Clarita, Elenita and Carmela were impatient to continue Dona Roberta's ****, and that Rafaela and Anarosa were anxious to begin their new, fiendish variation of her torment. "One last chance, Dona Roberta. Will you make the calls?"

"Never! You can kill me, for all I care!"

"Oh, no! We would never do that! But perhaps we could drive you insane - with tickling!" Luz then nodded to all the others.

"No!" Dona Roberta cried. she was then launched into immediate hysterics as Clarita, Elenita, Carmela and Luz went back to enjoying themselves with her feet. Clarita continued to drag her one lazy fingertip up and down her bare right sole, perhaps applying just a bit more pressure with the pad of her fingertip. Elenita didn't change her technique; she loved the feel of the smooth skin against her fingertips, and continued to caress the top of her foot gently and lovingly with the fingertips of her left hand. Luz now used her fingernails ever so lightly, dragging them gently, palm down, from the base of her toes along the top of her left foot to her ankle, and then reversing her hand, bringing it palm up toward her toes again, letting her knuckles and nails lightly graze the skin. She repeated the motion over and over, as if she were fanning the top of her bare foot. After scrambling her fingernails all over Dona Roberta's soft, bare left sole for several blindingly torturous moments, Clarita took her right hand away from her foot and, changing her technique completely - she had suddenly recalled a cartoon she had seen once in which cats were used to **** a woman - she brought her mouth to the smooth arch, softly kissing her there over and over for a moment or two (she noticed that her foot had the light scent of perfumed soap) before beginning to lick up along the arch, bringing the tip of her tongue back to just where the heel started, and then back up along the arch, up, and then up, and then up again, licking the sensitive arch of her bare foot over and over like a kitten.

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEESE!," Dona Roberta cried out. "NO MORE-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! IT TI-HI-HI-HI-HI-HI-CKLES! IT TI-HI-HI-HI-CKLES MY FEE-HEE-HEE- HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEET! STO-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH- HAH-HAP! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

Rafaela and Anarosa now moved to opposite sides of the bed, climbing up onto the bed on either side of Dona Roberta's hips and setting down what they had been hiding behind their backs. Dona Roberta did not even notice them until they pulled open the front of her robe and unsnapped her pajama trousers, quickly yanking them half-way down her thighs and exposing her genitals. her shaved pussy was deluging as she screamed with helpless laughter.

"WHA-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! WHAT ARE YOU-HOO-HOO-HOO-HAH- HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE- HEE! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" Dona Roberta screamed.

Rafaela flicked her limp pussy with her index finger and told Anarosa, "She is enjoying being tickled a lot more than she is willing to admit, isn’t she?"

Anarosa grinned devilishly. "We can help her with that, can't we?" With that, the two girls impishly picked up what they had brought back to the bedroom with them - two long, stiff eagle feathers they had yanked from the Native American headdress in the study - and began to tickle her pussy.

Don Roberta suddenly arched up her hips and howled, "NO- HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO! NOT THA-HA-HA-HA-HAT! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE- HEE-HEESE! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

"She certainly is ticklish here, isn't she?" Rafaela smiled.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Anarosa cooed. "Tickle, tickle."

Her clit began to swell and rise as Rafaela and Anarosa flicked the tips of their feathers along the entrance, the sides near her thighs and finally Rafaela attacked the clit.

"Koochie, koochie, koo," Rafaela teased. "Tickle, tickle."

Don Roberta's pussy was flooding hard now, gushing heavily as she shook with laughter. Anarosa and Rafaela kept tickling and tickling, quickly brushing the feathers' tips up and down the entrance, even touching her link parts.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Rafaela continued to taunt her. "Tickle her feet, girls! Tickle her feet!"

"Yes!" Anarosa joined in as she tickled Dona Roberta's helpless pussy. "Tickle her feet! Tickle, tickle, Dona Roberta, tickle, tickle," she grinned.

"NO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO MORE-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! PLEA- HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEESE! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" she shrieked.

Of course, as Rafaela and Anarosa kept tickling and tickling the entrance of her pussy, the other four young ladies never wavered. Clarita ran the tip of her index finger up and down Dona Roberta's right sole faster and faster. Elenita continued with her loving caresses along the top of her right foot. Luz concentrated her lightly flicking fingernails on the top of her left foot just where the toes started, and Carmela continued to lick her smooth, left arch as though it were made of honey.

Anarosa and Rafaela now brought the tips of their feathers to the purple clit of her pussy, both flicking the feathers' tips very quickly, mercilessly brushing the very tip of the love button over and over. Their feathers' tips collided back and forth, but both girls ignored every other part of her pussy and concentrated on that very sensitive tip, brushing back and forth, over and over, tickling and tickling.

"NO MORE! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEESE! I BEG YOU! HA-HA- HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEASE STO-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAP! I'LL DO WHAT YOU SAY-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! JUST STO-HAH- HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAP TICKLING ME-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!" Dona Roberta screamed.

"Did you hear her say anything?" Rafaela innocently asked Anarosa as she kept tickling Dona Roberta with the feather.

"Not a thing," Anarosa responded. "Tickle." The six women tickled and tickled Dona Roberta. They tickled her pussy. They tickled her feet. They tickled and tickled.

Don Roberta was now reaching the point where her laughter was now longer audible. she bucked her hips, twitched her toes, and sobbed and gasped noiselessly.

Luz brought her hand away and motioned to the girls. "Enough. We don't want to kill her."

Rafaela and Anarosa brought their feathers away from the tip of Dona Roberta's pussy immediately; the could see that she was just on the edge of orgasm, and what they wanted was to **** her, not give her the pleasure of release.

It took the others several seconds more to stop tickling her bare feet; it almost seemed as if Clarita, Elenita and Carmela had caught a "tickling fever," as if all they ever lived for was to tickle Dona Roberta's helpless bare feet. They withdrew reluctantly.

Don Roberta gasped as the waterfall releasing from her pussy went down and she tried to catch her breath.

Luz rose from the floor and went to the night table, picking up the telephone and lifting the receiver off its cradle. "Alright, Dona Roberta. Enough games. I'll dial, and you'll talk."

Although Dona Roberta's breathing became more regular, she could only nod silently in consent, a beaten woman.

***

When Miss Avelina returned to the hacienda, her step- sister was not there to greet her. she had locked herself in her study, with her nicknacks, paintings and ornaments . . . all except the remains of the Native American headdress. she had disposed of it very shortly after her ordeal, unable to bear its silent reminder of how her will was broken by Avelina's hired help.

The women were there, though, and welcomed Miss Avelina back with enthusiastic embraces.

Miss Avelina looked them all over, smiling gleefully. "It is so good to be back. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that Roberta's had a change of heart." She turned to Luz. "And it's so incredible that she would even hear you out, never mind let you talk her into it. How did you convince her?"

All the younger girls giggled, and Luz promised Miss Avelina that someday she would tell her employer all about it. "Suffice it to say for now," Luz told her with a wink, "that any woman will come to her senses with a bit of . . . gentle persuasion. I also have special news." Avelina nodded, surprised. Luz then revealed the ring. “Your sister asked for my hand in marriage. I accepted.” Avelina squealed with delight, hugging Luz tenderly. “This is wonderful! How did it happen?” “It happened after she changed her mind. She was tickled pink, when she asked me. Even more so, when I accepted.” “That is fantastic!” “Thank you. Now, I must return to your sister. May I call you sister now?’ “YES!” declared a happy Avelina.

As the girls reconnected, Luz went upstairs to Dona Roberta now their room. She beamed at the naked, trembling woman, still bound and helpless. She picked up a brush from the table. “Well Roberta my love, I believe it is time for your spanking.” All Dona Roberta could do was tremble into her gag, before she roared again.