Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 2... hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. "I'm going to enjoy this."Kneeling next to her, I gently lifted her feet into the air. The light glistening off her skin. Gently grabbing her ankles and holding em high, I split her legs just enough to get my head between them. My lips kissed and caressed all the way down to her thighs. She moaned and cooed gazing into the sky like a new born babe. When I got close to her clean shaven mound she was havin a hard time keeping still. Her squirming and moving qued me into to every one of. But here it seems that being willing to stiffen the sinews and do this thing (sex) was regarded as a brave, or at least honourable thing. Like I said, I liked this country.When Lady Armany went out for a while (she curtseyed and left, I assumed that was to visit the ‘little girl’s room’ as no reference was made to it), her husband the CoG confided that he never really liked entering her with all the mess that entailed, but he was always willing to do his duty. He then thanked me for servicing. Imagine his shock when he could recognize two of Veronica's friends were his performers. But what surprised him most was that one of them was Betty Cooper.'My god!' He exclaimed to himself.Mr. Lodge had been fantasizing about young Betty ever since her body started to develop into a ravishing beauty. And here she was, head down into Midge's crotch, licking away like an old pro.As he continued following the action in front of him, Mr. Lodge released his cock from the confines of his riding pants.