At last, Sister raised the stick, as though preparing to deliver a blow. Kristen recoiled, but she had nowhere to go. She pulled at her straps.“Uh-e...zh, uh-eezh, uh-eezh,” she repeated, more quietly each time.Sister only grinned and tapped Kristen’s cheek.“Don’t worry,” she said. “I can’t risk leaving any marks on my spotless lamb. But we do have a substitute.”She stepped aside, and Kristen understood why she couldn’t talk. Sister Patrice, naked, and hanging by her wrists on a pair of chains,. I kissed him harder and he was pulling my face to his with my hair. I started to stroke his cock with my palm through his pants as I was now feeling it pulse now that it was fully erect. He was an impressive man in all aspects. The outline that I had been masturbating too in his photos for a year now did not deceive. He was every bit as big down there as I had hoped he would be. Finally, our lips separated and I dropped to my knees in the pocket of his desk. I pulled his zipper down and undid. .. I pull aside my blue wristband to find a white scar across my wrist, one that wasn't there this morning, and in the middle of the street I lift my shirt to stare at the wolf's head tattoo silhouetted against a black moon on my flat hip. Oh shit... "Welcome to the new world Sir." Shamani smiles and I follow him home, too bewildered and scared to do anything else. I just got what I always wished for.The Kensington apartment is everything I knew it would be. Big, clean and stylishly bare. There. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time now," Sandy confided. "Why haven't you? Look at opportunities you've missed," I said as I drew her closer."Well, I'm a married woman and can't take too many chances. If we do this then you have to promise me something," Sandy said pushing me away to look directly at me. "What," I asked, ready to promise almost anything to get my aching cock into her hot young body."No strings and no promises about anything in the future. I don't want my husband ever.