Helen gasped at each stroke of the whip. Then she began to make little moaning noises. Still the mistress went on. Helen didn’t want to use the code...word, but she felt she could stand this pain no longer. Her moans got louder; still her mistress wouldn’t stop. Eventually she screamed, “No more, please, no more!” “That’s better, little one,” said the mistress in a warmer tone than she had used before. “Now you have a choice. You can be whipped again for a full half-hour; or you can be my. So you get the point, I was a virgin when it came to pussy at this time, I have never had sex at this point, I was very good looking and thought that I could fuck anyone. I came to her house and she was wearing a loose gray shirt, and navy blue underwear or really low shorts. The underwear or shorts had an opening in the front which had a button on it. Those are definitely underwear... I was not even thinking about having sex with her, it didn't even come to my mind. She told em to sit down and. I looked down at the table. She’d busted me. All those years before she’d noticed my slavish hunger for her legs, and now I was being held to task for it. I blushed, visibly, and stuttered a response, something like, ‘Ah…it’s just that…’. ‘Don’t apologize, Shaun. I’d have to be blind not to have noticed your appreciation of my legs. But where’s your head now? You’re a successful entrepreneur, and I hope no longer just a skirt-chaser.’ Again I was speechless. I’d always admired Cam’s candor. At. Just having a bit of fun with my vibrator. Teasing you turns me on so much.” Sarah said, bending down to kiss him. “But I’m done now. Do you still want to cum?” “Yes!” he cried. “Please let me cum.” “Ok baby, just relax.” She moved away and sat down at her desk, my cue to start doing my work. Joe’s cock had gone limp without stimulation, but was still thick. I could smell my sister’s cum on him, exciting me even more. My own cock was hard again, thinking about making my sister’s boyfriend cum..