” Confused as to what he’s thinking, but it feels so good I’m not about to ask what he means. His fingers slide out of me and he shoves them in ...y mouth again. “I want you to turn over now, and get that ass up, spread your legs as wide as you can on this table.” I turn over, my knees on the edges of the table, head down, ass up, I put my arms behind my back as this is what he normally wants. “No, move your arms, you may want to hold on to the table so you don’t fall off.” What is he going to. While the fun of living enfemme wascertainly not wearing thin, the restrictions on my freedom were. And thenthere was Saggy being enshrined in some pantheon of philanthropy insteadbeing incarcerated in a penitentiary. It all added up the same, in somestrange way I was paying for his crime. and as much as I enjoyed beingthe gurl in this prison, it was still a prison.The next morning I went for a run on the beach, I could see Pete was downthe beach surf casting. As I came near him I stopped a few. Michelle, ever the perfect hostess climbed out of the tub and wrapped a robe around Stella then insisted that Aaron should escort Stella back home and to save her having to dress and he would drive her the short distance to her driveway and see she got into her house ok. Aaron went to collect car keys and threw on shorts and a t shirt whilst Michelle walked Stella to the drive before Arron then drove her the short distance to Stella’s house. Aaron walked her into the house and straight to the. 'Okay, get on your knees,' I demand quietly.Still reeling after her climax, it's a natural position for her to assume. She looks at me challengingly, however, as she sinks floorwards, toying with me to the last. 'You going to make me your bitch?' she asks breathlessly. 'That what you're going to do?''You're already my bitch,' I tell her, warming to my new-found wickedness. 'Now shut up and suck my cock.' Then as she opens her mouth and reaches forward with her tongue, I stick my fully engorged.