I began holding her legs apart and bowing down to her pussy. I began to lick in the nooks of both legs and then lick in the groove. I slightly slipped...her hand out of her pussy, revealing a pink clitoris. I flicked my tongue down softly. She flinched, I licked and sucked it vigorously alternately. She began to lift her hips up and down. Pinching my hand on my head and moaning out u*********sly I keep doing I try to poke my finger into her pussy It is full of lubricating water. This time I. Thori der bat wo msg parkar thora thora hasne lagi. Me pucha ”kya hua” us ne kahi kuch nahi jab usne mera cell wapas di to usne kahi 2mhare friend’s sab Gandu he kya?Me-“kyun pucha?Nisha- ” itni gandi gandi msg he ” tab mere dimag me khayal aya ki ha mere inbox me 2 jyada msg hi ganda heMe- “oo, to 2m isliye has rahi thiNisha- or nahi to kya”me- “kesa laga”Nisha-(muskra kar) badmash.Tab mene kaha usse v ganda cheej he mere pas 2 usne kaha “kya! 2 me ne kaha 2 dekhoge”usene ha kahi 2 mene 1 blue. Thinking back on this now, my refusal to join Beckey was my last ditched effort to control and restrain my emotions and needs. Unknownst to myself, Beckey at this stage had successfully stripped all that away. ****************************************** Later that evening as I lazed on the couch, Beckey walked into the room, asking if I could do her a favour. I immediately sat bolt upright, suddenly very eager to help. She was wearing a one piece tight grey dress made out of. Leah felt Ian’s eyes on her. Felt as they penetrated to her essence. Then came the whistle Leah had feared since the day she’d laid eyes on the little whip. The very sound that heralded utter agony. The calling that demanded her total devotion in order to endure. Suddenly there it was. The pain. The condemnation of that blessed and holy instrument. The sanctified object that held Leah’s vows and now administered her Master’s love.Leah let out a scream that would deafen the world. She broke her.