She was wearing a white t-shirt and her breasts made a pleasing shape out of the material. Her cleavage was youth itself - white and fresh."If you're ...eady" said Joanne, "Uh, shall we." Yes" said Peter, clearing his throat and coughing."I'll just get into position," said Joanne, "and when you're quite ready."She took out a band and tied her hair into a pony tail at the back and then she removed a pair of black knickers. Then she hiked up her skirt and kneeled on the bed, buried her face in her. I turned it on and instructed her not to drop it. I moved the chair to the wall beside the door and slammed the door shut. She shuttered at the sound of the door. She cried out, ‘Master, please don’t leave me.’ I had not left her but she did not know that, I would never leave her tied up and alone. I looked at the clock it was 11:35 am. ‘Master please come back, I promise not to break another rule.’ she cried between her sobs. I sat quietly in the chair watching her cry. She would rock back and. Her succulent breasts were firm and perky with rose tinted nipples standing erect in the cold night air.Howard sat in his easy chair behind the glass two-way mirror and watched the girl shiver slightly as a door was opened and the cold breeze swept in across her bare shoulders all goose-bumps from the sudden chill. He nodded to the female guard and she prodded the girl with the little electrical animal prod designed to cause motion and not much pain. The girl was used to the prods by now and. Louise’s tits were a bit sagging and so were her buttocks but she was sharp looking and had a shaved cunt. Her body was more wrinkled than Helen’s but then she was probably ten years older. Helen liked older women. They tended to have dirty minds. The two older lesbians tumbled into bed.After a few minutes of kissing and grabbing tits, Louise whispered “I haven’t had a shower”. Helen answered: “Neither have I”. “We’ll do it in the raw. Let’s get dirty”, hissed Louise. The two women were as.