But the feel from her hand wasn't having the desired effect. She was craving something more! Something to be inside her. "Nobody would ever know."... She tried to tell herself as she stared down in to the lap of the statue. Then slowly she stepped into the arms of the statue and knelt down. It almost seemed to be designed for someone to fit inside of it. As she adjusted her knees a little she realized the marble impalement was positioned directly at the entrance to her now dripping. She hadn't fully recovered from the kiss by the time he was gone.Standing alone in just her choker and a flowing silk robe, she felt a pang of sadness to have been left alone without Heath's presence and body. Not only was it a disappointment to have a normally relaxed Saturday lost, but now, under the soft influence of her clothing she wanted to serve him and to be his perfect slave, up close and very personal and being apart from him was something she felt like a missing arm.She sat for a. Dragging Charley to her couch, Miss Abby crossed her long legs and pretty much exposed her well-trimmed brown bush. “Charley, if you ever want to stick this useless cock into me, you must learn some respect. We discussed that last week as you received your first spanking over my lap. Most of my boys get the point after their first spanking; how many do you need?” “I do respect you mistress. You seem upset.” “I’m very distressed with you, Charley. You totally embarrassed me with the way you. Morgan cashes the disrobe chip. Mrs. Johnson must disrobe or end the game." End the game by disrobing," laughed George. "Life is full of irony."Without another word, the groggy Mrs. Ingrid Johnson staggered up out of her seat, smiled at the camera, and began to remove her clothes."It's ok, JJ. Fuck 'em. I don't give a shit what they see," she slurred.Everyone sat transfixed as Ingrid unbuttoned her little dress and pulled it over her head. She seemed so diminutive, yet underneath her shirt she.