Peter had bought her a hand-held Camcorder for her birthday and Sally, seeing herself as a young female 'Spielberg', had been almost inseparable from ...er new toy since then. Today she wanted to record every moment of his twenty-fifth birthday whether he liked it or not, and thus armed, she duly went upstairs to wake him. Peter enjoyed opening all the birthday cards while feasting on his breakfast, but was less enamoured with the barrage of questions coming from 'Miss Spielberg' as she stood by. All the time kept thinking naughty ideas so by the time the dipping sauce was ready, I was soaking wet, literally as if someone had put a tap in my pussy. I took the bowl to the table and placed in the centre. Then I stripped off my clothes. He was shocked was to put it mildly. I got on the table and widened my legs and told him ‘dip the roll into my pussy and then in into the other sauce and then eat and tell me how it tastes.’ He followed to do that and took the roll, dipped it deep into my. She’d called it the ‘submissive kiss’ and the name seemed appros pos. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I was the ‘submissive’ in this menage. Of course, the continued stinging of the paddle helped to reinforce my feeling of quiescence.I remembered that she’d said this was Tammy. I wondered if I would be allowed to lick Tiffany’s pussy. I realized that, yes, I would, for their mother had a contract to have me ‘pay with my ass’ for the privilege. While I had trouble imagining how the. And we had plenty of time to ourselves, to get to know each other and to fall thoroughly in love.I'd once described the period I now found myself in as our "glory days." Ellen was as focused on me as she was on her studies, perhaps more so. It seemed that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, sexually or otherwise. In those days, Ellen was the complete package -- smart, caring, gorgeous (in a Playboy centerfold way) and passionate. In some ways more passionate than me, labouring as I was.