"He started smacking my tits, which really turns me on and was calling me names, just like the guy in the movie was doing. This was so hot and I reall... needed to get fucked, and he knew it so he just teased me more. He took turns smacking my tits, and pinching my nipples, while I continued rubbing my clit."Finger yourself whore." Do you like watching me do what you want?" You are such a whore baby." Do you want to fuck my hot wet hole?" Bitch I'm going to fuck that hot wet hole, that tight fat. .I had dressed to impress and didn't look out of place sitting by the bar. I was wearing a short (and I mean short) black pvc miniskirt. Above the waist I wore a tight black lace top with long sleeves. This was see-through and the pink of my nipples was clearly visible through the filmy material. The top really did nothing other than emphasise my tits.I knew my apparel had the desired effect anyway, judging by the way half the blokes in the place looked round as I walked from the door to the. Jo had a plan though."Do you remember when we were canned?" said Jo."Remember," said Lucy. "How can I forget? The marks, welts, being unable to sit down properly and the pain goes. But the memory, well, that stays for a long time." Correct," said Jo. "So I have come up with this plan. What say we open our own caning and role-play business, seeing as things are not going so well at work? We can start by doing it only at weekends to supplement our income. What do you think?" JOANNE!" said a. Jason eventually returned and kneeled at my feet. Lillie laughed, still not having gotten used to my ownership of Jason.Ignoring my kneeling slave, Lillie started asking all kinds of questions about how I (and more recently her mother) had managed to get to this point. As the alcohol lowered my already diminished inhibitions, I decided to go one step further. I put my cigar between my teeth and ordered Jason to strip. He was, I could tell, frightened out of his wits and severely embarrassed..