I reward you with my left hand, pinching your nipple and eliciting a moan from you.Reluctantly, I take my finger from your mouth and place my left han... on your member, this time gripping you more firmly, and slowly stroke full length of your cock. You arch your back for me, and I take this invitation to slip my right hand down the back of your underwear. You exhale sharply as my index finger, slick with your saliva, slides between your cheeks and teases your tight hole, gently applying pressure. I have never had such a hard on before or want relief so bad.She then leans over me and says, “ I am going to let you get up, but trust me you do not want to try and get free or take off the blindfold, you will be sorry, do you understand?”To this I just let out a mmph and shake my head yes.She helps me off the bed and lets me stand. As I am standing there she starts to rub my very sore nipples and stroke my cock under the skirt. “So why didn’t you tell me you like dressing up my little sissy.. ” “What exactly went on in this boarding school?” she asks.“We were put through countless drills, made to fight each other. But through rigorous regimes. Taught to kill. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I say. “Are you kidding me? That sounds awful! That’s abuse,” she says. “Eh, that’s nothing,” I say. “That can’t even light a match to the things I’ve seen and done.”“Like what?” she asks. “The things I’ve seen in my line of work will leave you heaving up your lunch. But what else would you expect. Andrea called, she met another member at the party that she really liked and wanted some information on. This beautiful woman is Dyanna, she’s been a member here since the early days. Dyanna is Debra’s weakness, in the way Claire is mine. Debra and Dyanna knew each other back in High School and they have history as friends, their sexual history however … that’s a bit more recent, so here is Dyanna’s story in her own words. **** I wouldn’t have believed that in the space of 2 years, our lives.