She had over twenty sculptured statues and statuettes to show me and there was one which struck me as being the most beautiful one I had ever seen. To...me, it was far superior to that of David by Michelangelo and instantly fell in love with it. It was of a young man, naked, standing, about my height, sculptured out of marble that made me break out in goose pimples at the sensuous expression on the face. For I had the sudden desire to move up and kiss this marble figure and stroke the penis that. 30, what time do you call it?" Julia said with false bravado whilst trying to ignore her mother who, dressed only in a dog collar, bustier and fishnet stockings, was kneeling at Harold's feet, staring devotedly upwards like a gun dog. "I call it high time that your unacceptable behaviour was halted. I am no longer prepared to tolerate your defiance. If you won't discipline yourself then it will have to be instilled in you by other means, young lady. I am sending you to finishing school tomorrow. A strap has been put around my knees and threaded under the bed thus rendering my pussy fully open to scrutiny. A pillow has been put under the arch of my back and my pussy is pushed forwards. My mouth is dry and I look to see if there is any water on the side table that I can beg you to give me – there is none. I jump violently as I feel something being pushed into my rapidly moistening pussy – panic, I can’t see… it’s too dark. In the half light someone is almost visible, it all happens so. ” “You mean you have a damp pussy right now don’t you?” Karen said with a tone of certainty. Debra blushed. “Well yes, I suppose it must still be damp.” Karen put her hand on Debra’s thigh. She looked straight at her and still smiling ran her hand along her thigh and ran her fingers along her pussy. Debra bit her bottom lip as she gasped at the sensation and feeling like she would come again soon. Karen said, “My pussy is also damp actually.” Debra was still panting as she ran her hand along.