They are free of all stain and gloss, yet something draws you to them. Is it the plumpness, the softness, or the simple fact that they are mine, whic... brings you to your knees with need to kiss them? Your eyes continue the journey across my porcelain skin. With my copper blonde hair piled on top of my head you longingly glance at the column of my neck. Smooth and strong much like the woman herself you drift off in thought of how it would feel to have your lips caress that skin and inhale the. I tell you that you owe me for that and with that statement you whip me around and lift me onto the bathroom counter. You bend down and plunge your face into my pussy. I’m still dripping from earlier and with each circle your tongue makes around my clit, my hands pull your hair and scratch at your scalp. I’m moaning and right before Im going to cum, I push you away and jump off the counter. You smirk at my predictability and drag me into your room. You peel off my dress and bustier, pushing me. "It's just, I couldn't help but notice, that guy in there - he was such an asshole." There was a hint of humor in the voice this time, however Melody couldn't hear it. Not yet. She did however finally open her eyes, blinking away some of the tears, to find herself looking at a short, dark haired girl, with black lipstick and eye shadow, skin as white as a ghost, and at least 4 piercings on her face and a number in each ear. Melody's clouded, upset mind vaguely recognized the girl from some of. Unable to restrain herself, she sent another email asking Gordon to confirm that he had received the earlier one. The reply she received minutes later thrilled her."Brenda,"I do not like to be hassled. Your second email was quite unjustified and you need to be punished. I have asked Mr Bennett to do that as soon as it is convenient to him."Meanwhile take a picture of yourself in your uniform ready to be caned. Several different caning poses please, so I can instruct Mr Bennett which position he.