The rector might want to get in touch with you, so you'd better leave a number I can get you at."Having settled all this Veronica slept somewhat bette... for the next few nights. On Saturday she turned up at the studio for the next cellar/dungeon scene.This time she was tied to a kind of rectangular framework with her arms and legs stretched so that her hands and feet were at the four corners of the frame. With such a large construction, even the tall Veronica couldn't fill it completely and she. Her skin was softer than anything I'd ever felt. "I want you to address me as 'Mistress' from now on. Understood?"I nodded, worried. "Understood, Mistress." Now, what could you do for me, that would merit removing this device from you?" Mistress mused, folding her legs elegantly to her side. The black heels still sat on her nylon feet. "Do you find me pretty?" Hmm?" I choked, surprised, before swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yes, Mistress." Come on now. Don't just tell me what you think I. ’ I told her matter of factly. She seemed to be upset that I’d said near. ‘Do you do them your self?’ ‘NO! I go to Mario Tricocci.’ She said excitedly, but a little contemptuously. As if I should have known where she had her nails done by the shine of them. ‘I see.’ I didn’t really. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate beauty, and a woman who takes care of herself. But the void in this girl’s head was astounding. If she spent half as much time thinking as she did fussing with her. He pulled my thong aside with his fingers and I felt his warm mouth press against my swollen pussy lips.I flushed all over. He pushed a finger deep inside me and at the same time his tongue slid between my cunt lips. My legs went weak; but his free hand was pressed against my belly, holding me against the wall. I reached into his hair with my free hand and moaned aloud in delight. His long finger caressed inside me moving in deep and then almost out while his tongue worked my clit.I was panting.