I understand that ‘sorry’ is even posted on signs and recorded telephone messages. If one feels remorse over something one has done, how is it pos...ible to express such sentiment on a piece of paper or a recorded device? How is such a thing possible?’ ‘I…it’s just kinda the way we do things, Priestess. I guess…so people won’t be mad…’ ‘So, in your country, people normally say ‘sorry’ when they want a problem they have created to disappear, for a wrong they have committed to be forgotten. But not. Then I wedge the vibrator into my pussy, turn it on, and pull my hair into a tight ponytail. I set out the toys on my nightstand and clip one end of each handcuff on my headboard. Finally I am ready. On my hands and knees like I have been instructed to move in the presence of Master, I crawl to the door, unlock it, and sit in position. Soon Master arrives and praises me for preparing myself correctly. I glow with pleasure at the compliment. I love pleasing my Master. Slave, for your good. Then she spread her fingers apart, pressing on the walls of Sheri’s pussy. That’s when Sheri’s orgasm took over. Sheri grabbed her tits and squeezed hard as the juices from her pussy flowed over Dianna’s tongue. The two women grabbed on to Sheri’s hips helping to hold her up as she settled into her orgasm. When they realized that Sheri’s breathing had slowed down, they pushed themselves back up so the three women were standing in the water. “More,” Sheri pleaded to Tanya as she kissed her. My Schoolgirl attire was slutty with a short plaid skirt and fishnet stockings, and I began to feel submissive and horny as I donned each piece of the outfit. Once I buckled my 6 inch heels on, I put on some makeup and put my blonde wig in place. Checking myself in the mirror to make sure the transformation was complete, I put my boy clothes in a small sack I had packed, and placed them on the floor in the middle of the room. Now that I was dressed fully, I got more and more nervous and horny.