He tilted his head, the way that artists do, and pursed his lips in a thoughtful way. ‘May I?’ he asked, reaching out to take the dress from my ti...ht grip. ‘May I see you?’ he repeated softly, in response to my hesitance. He leaned forward and his lips softly brushed against my neck before he whispered, ‘Show me how beautiful you are.’ Truthfully, I was unsure, but he was even more intoxicating in person than in my imagination. I let the dress slip away and stood bare in front of him. He. Peter was kind of embarassedbut too aroused and amazed by Cheryl's total, unabashed obedience to care.Now Cheryl's tight bald and really wet pussy was directly in front of himand I ordered, "Cheryl push one finger of your right hand into yourpussy and let Master Peter see how tight your cunt hole is." Yes master, as you wish" again she followed without a moment's hesitationand pushed her long, smooth finger deep into her pussy slowly, making sure Petercould see how much force she was having to. ." he automaticallyadded "... Ma'am. I'm to blame." Even though he dreaded another sessionwith the crop or worse, he finished, "I'm the one who should bepunished." No," the stern woman said with finality. "It is Ming who wasresponsible for your behavior and she failed. So it is she who shall bepunished. However, since you feel that way, and because I like to befair, I will allow you to share in her correction."With practiced movements, Tommy's aunt pinned up the skirt of Ming'suniform in. She'd seen him looking at her. Would he make her spend long nights alone in his office..."God what is wrong with me?" she asked aloud. This was Harold after all. But when she thought about it more, if Harold was aggressive enough to get promoted he'd surely be a better dresser. He'd take care of himself, be more fit. Cynthia adjusted the image in her mind to a clean cut maintained Harold, twenty pounds lighter and toned. The image was not at all unappealing. Plus Harold was smart, actually.