Shemale Maid

All was going well until disaster struck. She was knelt on an armchair, with elbows resting on top of its back, waving playfully her shapely calves up and down, when a clumsy movement caused a vase to fall off a bookshelf and smash into pieces. Upon hearing the crash, Dr. Harding threw his magazine in the air and rushed to her. He moved so fast that even before she could utter a single word, he had already grabbed her from the nape and was pressing her face against the chair, forcing the arching of her back and ass.

Colleen: "What... What are you doing to me Doctor? You are... hurting me! Please... Please... STOP IT!"

Dr. Harding: "You... You wretched imitation of an unworthy female... How did you dare to break one of my vases? Do you think that I am going to let you destroy the efforts of a life without doing anything? I would rather KILL YOU!"

Colleen: "Oh NO! Please...You are scaring me! I didn't mean to do it... It was an accident! I beg you Mr. Harding... Show mercy to a hapless poor girl who is haunted by the cruelest fate... A girl, who would never dare to dream of becoming a real woman if it weren't for your great tolerance and kindness... I'll do anything... anything to make up for your loss... Please... just don't kill me..."

Dr. Harding: "Bah! You aren't worthy of my respect and generosity. It would be ridiculous to stain my hands with your unworthy blood. Instead, I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. I should have done it since the first moment you set foot on my noble house. You are nothing but a filthy whore and henceforth I shall be treating you the way you deserve."

So spoke Dr. Harding, and with extreme haste, without relaxing the grip on her neck, he denuded her bubble buttocks, by folding the fishnet fabric around the waist, and put aside the red string, uncovering the puckered entrance of her narrow canal. Then, he unzipped his trousers and drew out his throbbing sword which looked incredibly thick and angry.