Her hair was dyed, including her eyebrows, almost completely white, and she wore deep blue eyeshadow. Her dress was also white, with small pink frills...along the front and sides, and her hair was held back from her face on one side with a pink clip. She looked – girlish was the term that came to my mind. Catherine walked around the couch and stood behind Jess, putting her hands on her shoulders and bending down. She whispered something in her ear, and they kissed. I could see Catherine’s hands. One thing I really enjoyed was that he never fingered me, "spread your ass for me" he said while he was still licking it. I opened my bubbly cheeks giving him better access to my hole. He stopped licking, and what I hate the most I thought was happening until I looked back, I felt his finger slide in my ass, since he was a pretty big man I thought he was pushing two in then I realized it was his dick going in, "shit" no condom he was in and pushing in hard, he was an average guy but when a dick. But ... you’d have seen it anyway, eventually.”“What do you do ... over there?”“Train, mostly,” he replied, his voice not much more than a whisper. “Controlling our True Forms is ... difficult. There is a ... freedom ... to it which can be distracting. Concentration is paramount.”His face broke into a wide smile. “I’ve learned to fly!”A smile broke on her face in spite of her misery. “I would so very much like to do that! To learn to fly!”“Maybe you will,” he replied happily. “The Priests say. “Awful things, Mistress. Your slave is afraid to say.” “Tell me, slut.” “For the past 24 days, Mistress has done an incredible job treating her slave as if he has no sexual needs that your slave has been entertaining thoughts of teaching his Mistress a lesson. He wants to bring Mistress to pain with his cock. He wants her pussy swollen and sore.” “I see. And what if I bring you to pain with my cock?” Brian noticed Clyde eagerly lift his head up at that suggestion. “Mistress will really do.