Then she looked directly at Margi before adding, “... unless she wanted to punish a wayward slave.” She looked back at me and brightened. “But i... this case,” she said, “Mistress Kiara was looking out for her slave. She knows that madeline is a painslut and the punishment pole is one way to inflict pain without causing any harm to the body.”“How can you do that?” I asked, and Margi immediately answered, “One way is to use a TENS unit set a little higher than recommended.” As if to emphasize her. One left to go to the bathroom and the other guy started kissing me, then reaching inside my blouse to caress my tits.When the other guy returned, he threatened to start a fight, until I cooed, "Hold on, boys, there's enough of me for both of you."I began kissing him, while the first guy slid his hand onto my leg, sliding it up my stockings, playing with the edge. The second guy soon had his hands into my blouse, and squeezed my tits as we kissed, and I began to rub his cock through his pants. His father had a lawn mower, clippers, a tree saw, snow shovel, and a rake. He had all that, plus a weed-whacker, leaf blower, snow blower, and a chain saw. His garage was nothing compared to the rest of the house. When he was a kid they had a radio and a black and white television. Now they had two televisions, two computers, a video recorder, stereos, a DVD player, and an answering machine.It wasn’t just the quantity of items and their individual cost that was killing him financially. He was. I would have done anything rather than have her stop. She used every part of it on every part of me. The flat along my spread pussy, the tip of it deep in my hole and flicking my clit until I could stand it no longer and came with an almighty scream. I’ve never come that hard in my life and it just went on and on. I held her head firmly in place while I rode the wave of orgasm. In the distance I could hear her lapping up the juice I was sending out and heard some filthy language. It.