The tip of the crop had reached her heart shaped bottom, almost lovingly outlining it's pretty curvature. Maggie felt her body tense in automatic resp...nse, expecting the pain to come. Nothing happened. The crop disappeared. She was left standing naked and stretched with her arms above her, vulnerable and exposed, untouched. “Bad, bad slave...” the voice of her Mistress purred as She circled her, eyes dark with anger. The crop was gone, cast aside. Now She held a wooden paddle and used its tip. Then he bent down and sucked a nipple in his mouth. "Want to come to my truck and be naughty? I have a nice big cock for those big tits." He then ran his hand under my skirt and fingered my pussy. "Your pussy is nice and wet. Let's go be nasty. I have a couple hours till I have to hit the road. I can fuck all your holes by then." He took he to his semi and boosted me inside. Then he grabbed me and pulled me to him and began sucking and biting on my tits and finger fucking my cunt. He undid his. I have to check to see if my anus is inside out though.’ She laughed, but I didn’t resist when she rolled me to my stomach, spread my cheeks and probed into me. ‘Nothing wrong back here,’ she said, continuing to explore my rectum with deep, twisting probes. No one had ever done that to me, although I’d explored a bit with my own fingers, and my boyfriend tried to take me there without any permission or preparation. It felt glorious and I never wanted her to stop, ‘Do you want me to stop?’ she. Susan's dolls were works of art right from the beginning when you boughtthem. Remarkable, and life like. The ones you used to create your own,the blanks as it were, took weeks sometimes to get that nearly perfect,almost realistic look. It took a long time to develop the skills to makea doll look real but Susan had been making dolls for years now. Susan's skills, right behind her mother's, were remarkable since Susanhad won a number of awards on some of her creations. Susan had takenseveral.