I rubbed my finger over her asshole as she wriggled and pushed back, wanting me to enter her. But every time she pushed back I moved back with her, ke...ping my fingers in contact with her, but not entering yet.I put my other hand between her legs slapping her inner thigh lightly to get her to spread them further apart and once she did, I began toying with her pussy while I continued to rub her ass. The combination proved very effective as her moans increased noticeably in pitch and urgency.“Oh,. "Why do you do it?" he asked, as he stared at the ceiling."You mean go to him, don't you?" You make it sound like a friendly visit when you put it that way. Go to him? Why don't you just say it? You have sex with him - you go to let him fuck you." Do you want me to say that, to tell you in those words?" I want you to tell me why! Why can't you tell me what you need instead of going to another man? What does he do for you that I can't? Just tell me what you want - I'll do it - anything, anything. He ran his hand up the inside of my silk encased leg, and just smiled a wicked smile in the mirror. The prenuptual party went on as I remained chained to the dinner table. I knew I was there to be used as a toy by whomever wanted to abuse me further on the night before my ultimate humiliation.When the last of the guests left, and Mistress Cissy had long since goneto bed, Mistress Betty unlocked my ankles and collar from the table, andShe led me back to the basement, still gagged. She released. On the right hand side of the stage was a door leading through to a tea room with toilets indicated beyond that. Marina walked through the hall and out the door. On the right she passed a hatch open to the kitchen, with a couple of helpers putting out cups, saucers, mugs and pastries. The small toilet at the back of the hall had a clean fresh smell, which was reassuring, although she was becoming desperate to try anywhere by then. The toilet wasn’t large, just room for a pair of cubicles and a.