My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced...my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another. She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers. I knelt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink. Michelle took my hand leading me to that kitchen island. She told me the coffee was done and would get us both a cup.She came back with the coffee and sat down still in her pajamas. I asked her if that was what she wore when her daddy made love to her. Michelle shot shook her head no. She explained they always made love in the nude. That was up till six months ago when everything stopped after I had left.I took Michelle’s hand as I told her I was sorry for the way I treated her when she saw me. With clothing forever denied, Mistress Suprema enjoys leading him about by a leash hooked to a ring piercing the glans of his withered penis. His body has never developed any adult hair, and Mistress Suprema's maid removes any accumulation of 'peach fuzz' with a weekly application of a frighteningly sharp straight edged razor.Pretty Boy follows the leash. He realizes he has no choice. Not only is his penis skewered, Mistress Suprema had what remained of his scrotal sac pierced and to it. I questioned if I could maintain another. Again but even harder he struck across both my nipples with that leather slapper. I think he knew I was done as he stopped and stood me in the corner.My body was on fire from my thighs to my neck front and back. I wondered what the neighbors thought of the sound as the blows were louder than I thought. I was glad to have this ball gag in my mouth because I know I would have screamed aloud if able. I had refused to let him make me cry and I held onto.