That plan, of course, had its own failings. First, it would mean she wouldn’t get fucked. That in itself was likely to jeopardize the plan. She had ...illpower and self control, of course. But did she want to deny herself something so good and likely to be experienced so seldom? Second, it would drop her lower on, if not completely off of, Greg’s list. That was an asinine thing to worry about. She should never in a million years let that be a reason. But what if, in making her point, she ruined. Then she left it alone to concentrate on shoving her fingers deep inside me. Oh, there were two fingers, I think, inside me, and she was curling her fingers to stretch and rub my vaginal walls, She has done this before, I thought.I had almost forgotten about Gbemi, though my fingers had automatically kept rubbing her pussy both inside and out. Now I tried to turn my attention back to her and attacked her. Okay, two fingers inside her and twirl them around, just like in mine. And her clit. Rub. Lisa opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of wine. Lisa was on her third glass of wine when the doorbell rang 25 minutes later.In strode Nora Wychak clad in a common leather pantsuit type Domme outfit andcarrying a large black bag. At 42 years old and currently a blonde she wasnearly the same height and weight as Lisa but somehow lacked her voluptuousfeatures. Her stern demeanor was in contrast to Lisa's casual demeanor. "Sothis is the wayward wench that needs discipline,". “We’re not a thing, mother. We’re just friends, and we don’t hug. That’s weird.”“You can’t even get a hug?” Katie’s eyes went wide. “Wow, I knew you were an embarrassment, but… wow.”“Mom, I can hit her for that, right?”“Yes, honey,” her mother sighed, rolling her eyes as a smack sounded out, followed by an aggrieved Ow, sheesh. “Has he ever said anything about his home life? Or his parents?”Emily paused in uncertainty as she racked her memory. He… really hasn’t, has he?• • •“So… when’re we ever.