No question about it, Little Debbie was one horney little female. With her barely curved little body, she was also a child molester's wet dream come t...ue. Debbie looked more like a nine year old than the teenager she actually was."So, what are going to do about the situation?" her mom asked Little Debbie's dad on this bright and sunny morning. Looking up from the morning newspaper, her husband responded with "Well, if you are as tired of slick, slimey doorknobs as I am, you might want to. Unfortunately, I was also horny as hell. His talk about me licking another woman's pussy juices off his cock woke up something very depraved in me and I added it to my bucket list. Unfortunately, I could only accomplish that goal if I convinced him to let me have another chance. But first, I had to take care of business. I got out my favorite toy and replayed in my mind how helpless I felt each time he shut me up by packing another item into his bag. I had the best orgasm I'd had in longer than. .. that you absolutely hated that whole exercise?" Well ... no, and I must be weird, because I got so turned on while she was whipping me. Who would think that a beating would get me excited?" I wouldn't call it a beating so much as it was designed to sensitize a large collection of nerve endings, and then stimulate them until your body and your brain short-circuited. You certainly had a rosy glow by the end of it, and you can't tell me that the end result wasn't fun." I have to say that it. I know too well the consequences of not obeying my mistress. My punishment would be a 2 hour session of pleasing her without the opportunity to orgasm myself, having to wait another 24 hours with a massive stiff cock and bursting blue balls. As usual, she doesn't disappoint. I enter the dim, candle-lit room and drop to my knees before her. She stands before me with black knee-length boots with stilhetto heels, a tiny sheer g-string that barely covers her sex triangle, a black half-cup bra that.