A while after being at her house, Martha’s eyes were shut tight, her head to one side as I tasted my first vagina ever. My mom’s friend had watche... me all the way down as I kissed inside her thighs, blew gently on her pubic mound, then opened my mouth, extended my tongue and dabbed right onto her clit. I could see how the pleasure of it took her somewhere else. I licked downward as some warm juices bubbled out of her opening onto my tongue. Few moments ago, while we were at the kitchen, she. She had forsaken her old life of complete control, and there was no going back. She needed to submit to Mistress – to have that outlet. She could no longer convince herself that constantly maintaining control was fulfilling for her.But she had been denied the collar, and was thus incomplete – pathetic even. She wasn't worthy of being Mistress's submissive – she wasn't in control, but she wasn't being controlled either – at least not in the deep way that she wanted. These games that she had. But I didn't really get to learn that much about a woman's body."I was surprised at his admission. Apparently he had been a virgin on Friday when he and his brothers raped me for the first time. I wouldn't have guessed it. He hadn't seemed any more inept than most of the other males that have been raping me since I came to this house.He teased my nipples and watched them harden and he moved his fingers lightly over my body. I hated to admit it. But it felt nice. I tried not to react to his. Ellen laughed again, "So, all this time you thought you were a big tough 'dom' forcing degradation and humiliation on a helpless victim, when, in reality, you were being used as a sex object by a bisexual, submissive, masochistic, transvestite. Does that about sum it up?"Alan turned towards Ellen, "I've been set up, haven't I?"Ellen laughed again, "You're not the sharpest pencil in the box, are you?" Alan lunged at her, determined to win this somehow. Rich grabbed his arm, pulled him to one.