" Not yet," Christi pretend pouted, "I want to snuggle some more and admire your whip marks." She ran her hands over Mrs. Potter's artistry. "I'm SO j...alous." Nope," Kathy hopped off the bed, "time to go." She took Christi by the hand and pulled the smiling brunette to her feet. "'The Story of 'O'' is my favourite play and I want a seat right down front." Do you think they'll do audience participation?" Christi scurried to the closet and grabbed her highest spiked heels. "I think I'll just go. ‘Why am I being naughty, sir,’ I asked. ‘I am only cleaning the bacon off me that dripped off,’ looking at him.He gave me a certain look, as he gazed the full length of my body, pushing my plate and mug to one side. ‘Sit on the edge of the table for me, my sub, and finish your barm-cake off. I am going to check everything is alright, and you aren’t sore.’I sat as he asked me too, as he motioned with his forefinger extended towards my bacon barm. Picking it up I began to finish it off. When he. She reached for her captor's crotch and found the tight zipper. Pulling down on the sliver of metal, she yanked down his fly and unbuttoned his pants. There was a bulge that she tried to avoid, but her hands accidentally brushed against it. "That's better," he squealed, watching in amusement as his pet did as she was told.The Black Cat knew what he wanted next and didn't wait for him to bark out an order. She searched out the elastic of the guard's briefs, digging under a roll of fat to reach. The way it will be shot will leave plenty to the imagination of our usual target audience, women of all ages at home in the afternoon. We have had to shoot some of the less fully dressed scenes already, before I start to show.” Involuntarily, Abi rubbed her tummy.“You’re pregnant?”“Yes, eight weeks.”“So I’m going to have a sister or a brother next year?” Sierra was excited.“Maybe one of each. At the clinic a week ago they thought they detected two heart beats but the image was unclear. I’m down.