Now let's see that wet cunt of yours." She ripped off Sarah's panties and saw the drenched swollen pussy lips of her best friend. "So you shave? Good ...irl. So do I! That'll be good fun for later. But for now..." Bella put a clamp on Sarah's nose. In a few moments she started to panic, unable to breathe. Bella pulled the gag out a little and she sucked in a noisy breath."No air for you. You don't need to breathe." Sarah gasped in one more before Bella snapped the gag back into place, blocking. Mistress Tracy’s only response was a deep intake of breath and a soft moan.“Hold that pose for just a moment,” cheryl said as she picked up a new wash cloth and dunked it in the small bowl of water on the table.“Let me wipe everything clean,” cheryl said as she used the cloth to wipe all traces of foam from between Mistress Tracy’s legs.“Stand up!” she said firmly, and Mistress Tracy pushed herself back up to her feet and closed her legs so that she was standing upright.“Close your eyes!”. " More wet kisses on my ears... "And you have your call in ten minutes."Huh? Ten minutes? I blinked. Yikes! "Uh, thanks Sheffie!"She gave me a final goodbye lick and patted my rump. "Remember, Abby tonight!" And with that smile, my number-three wife started to leave my office. She met Abby on her way in, and the two sister-wives exchanged a brief kiss before Shephatiah finally left.Abby came over and sat on my couch. I was still stretching and about to get up, but Abby leaned on me and rested. For the next six years, ‘til I left for school I was a willful girl requiring discipline at least once a week. Mother was better behaved or maybe it just took more for her to get to Daddy. She got hers every two or three weeks.I met Dickie while I was in college. He’s a manager in my father’s firm and he’s so like Daddy he could be his son. Dickie’s father, as with my father believed in disciplining both his c***dren and his wife. Dickie grew up in an atmosphere much the same as I and he.