Taking care of the wife’s mother

Removing my finger and leaning forward and wiping it on her pubic mound and then sliding my finger down to her anus.

“One last test for you, Mrs. Esse,” I said in a sarcastic tone, “which part of your anatomy is this part then?”

“That’s my anus,” she replied, “where shit like you come from!”

“Oh, very witty, Mrs. Esse,” I answered.

I pulled my finger out of her arsehole and moved it up to her face.

“Lick it, you fucking bitch,” I instructed her, “lick it now, or you’ll feel even more of my wrath!”

She opened her mouth and licked my finger from her anus and sucked on it as she closed her mouth. I felt her tongue lick around my finger and cleanse it. I slid it out and grabbed her legs, and twisted her around, so she was bent over the sofa with her buttocks facing me.

I pulled my belt from my jeans and folded it in half.

“No, you can’t beat me,” She begged.

“Why is that?” I asked, “it’s good enough for your Daughter, isn’t it?”

Her head dropped, and I whacked her backside ten times, just hard enough to leave a few pink marks on her, nothing more. I then told her to get up and face me with her hands upon her head.