"Yes Sir," I reply with tears building in my eyes. Your fingers leaves my ass and moves up via my soaking wet cunt lips to my clit. You pinch it hard ...aking me wince in pain. Straight away you start rubbing it, relentlessly, just in the right rhythm..... "Look at me, slut" you demand, "I can make you cum any time I like, little one, just with one finger, how does that make you feel, huh?" "Embarrassed Sir," I manage to reply in between moaning and gasping for air, "and very humiliated and horny. As she approached me, her face curled into a gleaming, beautiful grin; to describe it, I will quote a far more eloquent man than I. “It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.” Say what you will about her loose sexual morals; she was one of the most beautiful and. Eventually, she succumbed and dropped onto her knees. Offering no explanation, I brought Mom's right hand behind her back, passed a rope through its integrated ring, and then passed it through the ankle bracelet on her right leg. I repeated this with the left hand and leg. Mom was now on her knees, leaning back slightly with a hand secured to each leg. I pulled the blindfold around Mom's head but let it drop to her neck and tied it off using a knot that wouldn't tighten any further. Using. " What makes you so sure I'll come?" she asked."Because I know you Lynn. Perhaps better than anyone else. Certainly better than your husband. I know what you want, what you need. You'll come because you can't stay away. You're like a moth drawn to a flame. You know I'll have something special planned for you and you know it will involve mind blowing sex. I have what you want. You'll be here." No... Peter, I just can't..." TONIGHT LYNN! EIGHT O'CLOCK!"The voice was not loud but strong and.