Fliss stood at 5 foot 9, tall and very slim. She had legs like a supermodel a small but neat tea pot, and a slim upper body. She had longblond hair wh...ch came down to her shoulders and a smile to die for. Hersmall but growing boobs were noticeable to the eyes of a sissy but notquite big enough for a bra yet.I was not as tall as Fliss at 5 foot 7, and did not have killer legs. Iwas heaver than Fliss which made my life interesting. It was not that Iwas fat but I was nowhere near as pretty as her.. Why was I so weak as to doubt him? The bedroom is his domain, he knows my every thought here, my yearnings, my fears that I will disappoint him.I hear the click of a digital camera, good I want to see the marks he has left, the stinging little welts that will be gone in an hour, the proof of my humiliation, my inner need to be chastised – “Punish me”All goes quiet again and I hear him light another cigarette, he is teasing me again – no he has just pulled on the thong and pulled the nipple. “Well, it’s not like I can get a promotion, is it.” Lauren looked surprised at that, then she sheepishly shook her head. Where could he go up from owner? “Anyway, have I told you yet how beautiful you are tonight?” he asked.“Yes, endlessly, but don’t you dare stop. It isn’t too extreme, is it, the dress I mean.” Lauren had noticed most of the men seemed to be staring at her tits, prominently on display.“I think it looks perfect. I hope you’re not wearing pantyhose underneath, because when we go. Emily began to grind her hips, a reaction at first she didn't seem to notice but seemed a natural thing to do. Her pussy ground it's lips against John's mouth and chin, rubbing against it, as his tongue delved deeper into her cunt. At first her grinding of her pelvic was slow, gentle but as her heat grew, and the wonderful feelings she was gaining she ground it harder upon John's face. "Oh fuck yes..... oh my God... this feels amazing....!" she continues to say mixed with deep heavy breathes of.