.” She glanced away again, dismayed. “Sorry, I don’t mean for this to hurt you.” She looked back. “You’ll hate me for what I did. You will...”I was past hating her ... I wanted to kill.Brianna stood up. “I wish I had kept my stupid mouth shut. I didn’t think it would hurt you like this.”“You did her?” I asked tightly.She nodded unhappily.“She did it to you?”“She wasn’t interested in doing it to me.”“Of course she wasn’t,” I growled.We both laughed softly.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.Shrugging, I. It didn't hurt so badly any more, though I was still a little queasy in the stomach."You want Mommy Susan to kiss it and make it all better?" asked Susan in a sultry voice. I guess she believed me when I said I wasn't disgusted. I should have noticed her self-characterization as 'Mommy Susan', but I didn't. I looked at Micky, and she had a tentative smile on her lips. That's as far as it went, but she at least didn't look mad any more."Very, very much," I said, looking first at Micky and then. Normally I'd have gone down to breakfast to start my day as the pamperedlady-of-the-house, but with an upcoming wedding and all the detailsswirling in my head I felt a bit dizzy and felt my stomach begin totighten. I felt like laying down for a bit. I got up from the vanity,switched the lights at the mirror off then minced to the closet for asatin padded hangar. I unzipped my dress and hung it up so it wouldn'tget wrinkled then took a long white satin dressing gown from anotherhangar and. I ate her until she begged me to keep going each time I stopped, then I gave her a little taste of being a submissive BDSM slut, I slapped her tits and her pussy, I called her dirty names and toyed with her. Then I returned to teasing her watching her raise her body to meet my fingers, I kept this up until she cum again. Wow, she was a wet cummer! I then waited a while, letting her lay in the wood blindfolded tide spread eagled. I talked about how I could tie her, spank her, bind her tits,.