I'm sitting here with my shirt off and you're fully clothed. Come here and let me help you remove your dress. It will help me describe your delicious ...ody in my story."I stood in front of Jason and lifted up my arms so that he could pull my dress up and over my head. It felt so wrong. And it felt so right. "You know, you are quite stunning in your lace bra and thong. But in our story, I want you to be naked. And I don't have a very vivid imagination. So, I'm afraid your sexy undergarments need. While Kate half-heartedly protested most of the way to Blake’s room with every stroke or her back, butt, or arm by one of Blake’s hands the protests grew less sincere so that by the time they entered Blake’s room she was ripping his clothes off. When both Kate and Blake were naked and fervent Blake sat on the edge of the mattress, Kate jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his muscular torso and they simultaneously moved their sex organs into contact with each other. Soon they were. Then she moved around to the other side and used it on her slut's breasts, my slave-ringed tits swinging with each blow. Finally on to my pussy, the flogger crashing down on my rapidly reddening cunt, the target being between slut's titanium rings.My body was nicely warmed up by now, so Mistress moved on to her leather paddle, again starting on my back and arse, then finally my saggy tits. With each hit of the paddle my breasts again swung violently from side to side. Each blow gradually. "Hard work, yes, but I've fallen inlove with this little girl." I'm glad to hear it. So, you don't miss being Carl then?"Caroline almost spilled her tea. "What did you say?" I know about you, for I was the one who left her on your doorstep." You left her? So, you're her real mother?!" exclaimed Caroline."I left her, but I'm not her mother," replied the woman. "Emily was leftat the orphanage when she was just hours old. I would have looked afterher, but I took it upon myself to find a mother for.