Just a tiny bit past snuggling together in a cold room...”“You made me COME.”She actually giggled. “I did. And you made ME come. So what? What...��s the difference if you’d been in YOUR room and I’d been in mine?”“I wasn’t thinking about Bill when I came. First time I EVER came without thinking about Bill.”“First?”“Well,” I admitted, “there were a few times when I first discovered my clitty...”“Okay. This is another one of those...”“If you want to define it like that. I cheated, Deena...”“Careful,. .. I've been there. I look over at Maria, and she too has tears in her eyes. Her hand touches mine and she nods her head, as if to reassure me. I look up at you as you heat the knife and when it is ready I kiss your fingers, a sort of blessing. Then the burning begins and it as if the knife is cutting my own skin. I feel every stroke. I finally close my eyes, and think of my own Master and the thought calms me. At last it is over and Maria and I help Teresa to stand. Her legs wobble a bit, but. I shriek and try to close my legs. Instead he cracks the cane across my feet. "Hold your fucking position bitch" he hisses. I open my legs again, crying because I know whats to come. Two strikes, one either side of my pussy lips and one direct hit to my clamped clit and I am sobbing, saying how sorry I am for disobeying. He says nothing but instead pulls me by my hair to my knees. He places a bowl in front of me and tells me to put my face in it. Nervously I do as he says. Thats when I feel it.. As we started conversing I came to know that she has a lot of problems in life and her husband used to beat her for money.I used to console her and talk to her. I had gained sympathy for her but my lust never came down. She said she used to hide money for her kids education but her husband used ti find it and use it on his gambling and drinking. She used to vent out everything to me.One day she came to me and said she wants to ask something but I shouldn’t get angry, I promised her that. She.