This was the first time Becky had felt the touch of another woman in a sexual way. She loved it, the touch was so much more sensual than the groping o... a boys inexperienced hand. Every stroke brought a fresh wave of eroticism to her, and when she felt Jean easing her panties down she knew there would be no turning back. She knew she wanted to give this mature woman as much pleasure as she could.As Jean pulled off Becky tiny pink panties, she felt herself gasp at the sight that greeted her. She. “What is that for?”“I have to convince my father to let me keep you,” he says, stepping forward to place the collar around her neck.“But I don’t want to leave you,” she says. “I’m perfectly happy to stay here and please you, Master.”“Yes, I know you are,” he concedes. “But once we leave this room, you may have a different opinion.”“Why, Master?” she asks, sliding up against him, purring.“Just trust me,” he says, pulling away from her and then yanking on the chain.“Should I get dressed first?”. “I know, master, and I am truly sorry for my failures,” she replied contritely. “I did not expect their responses to our plans, and I know that it is not an excuse for failure.”He leaned forward and asked, “What do you plan to do to correct this failure on your part, Aphronia?”Fighting back her fears and disgust, she rose to stand and pulled the clasp holding her cloak together. The dark cloth fell to the floor at her feet, revealing a blood red dress. Its thin straps and plunging neckline. ”My vagina’s angry.I hate you.It is.I hate you.It’s pissed off.I hate you.My vagina’s furious and it needs to talk.I hate you.It needs to talk about all this shit.I hate you.It needs to talk to you.I hate you.It was obvious Emily was struggling to say the words. Her eyes kept shifting away from Desi as if she was embarrassed to say it. Desi kept getting more and more frustrated.“Now do the same thing saying, ‘I love you’,” she instructed.My vagina’s angry.I love you.It is.I love you.It’s pissed.