During those seemingly endless days that my pussy was off limits, I made efficient use of the Hoover handle, at one point, standing in the kitchen doi...g the dishes with the Hoover vibrating away under my skirt. I used that Hoover so many times, the poor man next door must have thought I'd gone cleaning mad.At work, I was out of bounds to Mr. Dodd. I told him I had thrush and he was content to just let me give him a blowjob under his desk and let him rub his dick between my tits. One evening. Under my mask, my eyes glistened as I watched him. He came to me, ripped off my undergarments and roughly spread my legs. This left me in my corset, stockings, and the mask. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and slammed his cock into me. My pussy was wet with desire. I took what he gave as he continued to ram his cock into me. He came quickly grunting before he pulled out. He pulled his pants on and left me there. He growled, "Don't move,” as he left the room. Those were the only words he had. She proved her versatility, switching the whip to her other hand to ease the beating of his other side. Again, after perhaps ten minutes, she rubbed against him to tease, stimulated him, then once again squeezed his jewels. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was. Before the close of our session Pammy the scapegoat became Miss Pamela the head hero of this muff diving duo. She was now a dominant bitch with attitude and an Irish temper. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone anymore, except from me of course. Butch Betty became baby Betsy, the family clown and Pamela's horny pussy slave. Along with a hopeless devotion and total obedience to me and her new mistress, she now has the strength and IQ of a little girl. A naughty little girl with the sex.