Resting your leg on the ledge as my hand goes back to your clit. Pinching and pulling wanting to take you over the edge.Wishing that I had a camera, w...tching your reflection, seeing my sopping fingers glide in and out of you, my other hand on your clit pinching and pulling with one of your legs stretched out and resting on the bench, your pink pussy in full view. You fingers pinching hard on your nipples as you begin to bounce on my fingers, lost in that world, your head thrown back as I fuck. The flight arrived on time, which was always a bonus. I greeted Master Saito, helping him with a trolley full of his luggage, out to the car which was waiting for us.We talked a little as we headed to his hotel, but he was tired after his flight, so any serious conversations could wait till the morning. After his night to settle in, to get used to the time change and jet lag, we went to a studio I had rented out. This training was for something completely different for me. Master Tanaka had. He found Hannah crying as she laid there helpless. "Help me please," Hanna said softly. "What did you do?" Rick asked as he began to laugh. "My little sis is into BDSM." "Ricky?" I'm sorry, sis, but you have to admit this is funny. "I have got to get a picture of this." Nooooooo." So, what seems to be the problem?" I can't get the knot loose." Hanna said almost laughing.Rick's humor put her at ease and a sense of relief came over her.Rick untied the rope at the headboard giving him some slack. Most were older, but there were a few novices and young ones. They still wore their habits then, complete with wimples.The first morning I was there, after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish brogue.She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all.