My ample breasts kept slipping out of the cups asI twisted to fasten the bra from behind. How was I to do this? Iobviously needed a bra. The answer ca...e wordlessly but effectively, andI deftly turned the bra around, fastened it, then reversed it again,allowing my breasts to fall gently into the cups. The autonomic systemshad taken over again, and my mind coasted as I picked a pretty pink tanktop and tight, short jean shorts which left little to the imagination. Islipped on a pair of sandals. " He replied with a grin.I went to the cupboard and selected my favourite suede flogger and cuffs for my wrists.I showed Michael how to use the flogger. "Like this Michael," I said as I swished it in a figure of eight against a pillow on the bed."Now you try it, Michael." He took up the flogger and soon was using it fairly expertly."Okay, I think you have the idea. As for the paddle if you use it on my back, avoid the spine. Everywhere is good." Start on my arse then."I leaned over the arm of. “Lick my clit, bitch” she demanded and I wasted no time in obeying this sexy rock and roll goddess.My tongue unfurled from my mouth and sought out her sensitive nub and she squealed with delight when I found it. I was unable to see what I was doing but I could tell what she liked by how she pulled my hair harder when I did good. I’m not sure how I resisted cumming immediately from this two pronged assault on my senses but it became a moot point once Isabella’s warm hand fondled my shaven balls. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room."I guess we should just get it over with, huh?" she said."I guess." What was wrong with me? I felt like a nervous teenager on a.