I try to punish you for getting dirty thoughts that make you damp, and here you are drenched from an ass whipping. What kind of girl does that?SMACK.W...en I ask you a question, you are supposed to answer me...so what kind of girl gets off on being punished?A naughty girl?I reward her with some affection to her wet slit. Ughh. See what happens when we can communicate. I think you are naughty through and through. You're not just naughty but you're a naughty slut. Lets get these wet things off my. “I need you. My panties are soaked.”“Mm. My sexy little minx. You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”My eyes roll back as I slowly slip my middle finger inside my hot, molten core. “Yes. I’m so turned on. I’m shaking.”“Want me to help you get off?”I almost say yes until I imagine how amazing my orgasm would feel if I touched myself and restrained myself from coming. “I want to touch myself but not come. I want to wait until I’m with you and Natti.”“Mm. So fucking sexy. You promise you won’t. There was a long slit up one side that allowed me to see her legsencased in shiny white stockings, and a pair of silver high heels. Shewas wearing a simple silver necklace that had a single blue sapphirethat dangled just inside the swell of her breasts. The gown had nostraps over the shoulders, and looked like it was staying in place bysheer magic. When she walked, she seemed to float across the room, Herhair was done up in a French braid, and her nails and lips were paintedin a dusty rose. Abigail shrugged. "I dunno. Get away from Moira," she muttered. "Simon might take me up the coast." Jake gave a grin."Ya keep talking 'bout him."Margaret laughed at her colleague. "Ya ne'er talk 'bout your ex." Abigail gave him a look, and he sipped at his glass of water."No," he mused. "She's a bi..." Margaret coughed and glared at her legal partner."Moira's been a b ... ahhem," Abigail told him with a smile."You did a nasty thing," Margaret told her."Ah know," she replied with a resigned tone.