Perhaps, just a bit, it is time to teach her that she is not the one who makes the rules.Donald finishes what he is working on and then pulls on Emma�...�s leash to make her stand. “Emma, bend over the table,” Donald tells her. She does as he asks, thinking he is going to do some finger ass play like he used to at the kitchen table.She is surprised instead that after he flips her dress up over her back and pulls her pants to her knees, he stands to the left of her, raises his hand and brings it. Martine was an entirely different affair. "Lick my fanny ?" she asked, good naturedly She smelt fine, really, subtly garlicky, but hey. Hint of soy. The gooey floods were pulled apart for me to suck on, before the main course of her clitty , manually spread open (well the hood, you know) and I was painstakingly instructed on how to lick it, with her watching every little move, like a hawk. My previous experience of "Charlie" (Charlie Mingus) added up to about one minute, split between two. The place was just too small.Spelunking is not a safe single person sport. There should always be a partner. Finding someone as tiny as herself was a problem.Tiny guys always had 'big attitudes, ' tiny girls detested the dirt. There were many claustrophobes.Over the years, Wendy charted the huge central cavern. In the course of events, she found 11 other passageways. Always they ended in a small crawlway. Rather than chance exploring each one she limited herself to marking, measuring and. I made a quick job of it, tasting all of the collected body fluids that had accumulated on my clothes and been transferred to his hands.Cock-Master came over, replaced my blindfold, and manhandled me into the closet. The two Masters used my leather restraints and rope to tie me to the clothes rod. In my mouth they placed the somewhat smaller but plug, and I knew right away it was the one I had word that day…they secured it into my mouth with a leather strap. I felt one or both of them spit on.