I wasn't certain that Amelia had a firm grasp on the situation.Seconds later, my long-ago girlfriend was on the line."Who is this?" she asked as if I ...ad called her."It's Michael McPherson," I replied."What do you want?" she asked with venom dripping from each word."Actually, your daughter called me," I said. I heard a familiar plaintive cry of "Mom" from the background. I assumed that Amelia was trying to explain the phone call."Linda, is everything OK there?" I asked.I heard a deep breath. Then it was, 'What the fuck, why not?'It happened the way Ruth said. Tom's put his finger in Mare's cunt and then her asshole. It took a while for Marie to get used to something up her ass, but then it began to feel pleasant.There was a different set of feelings when Tom put his cock into Marie's pussy. Excitement, trepidation, doubt, all went through Marie's mind.Then Marie felt pressure on her asshole. She could feel her hole giving way as more pressure was applied. Marie groaned. She felt a. While he slapped me he asked me to agree with all the things they said about me. I agreed to all of it. They detached me from the pole and leaded my trembling cold body inside the sound proof torture room. In here here was nice and warm but it took a while for my body to really warm up. My Master informed me he's going to torture the soles of my feet to make sure i had pain walking the next coming days, and my ass so i had pain sitting down so i would remember this punnishment this week. He. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck. “Good,” I answered. “Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper.” “Yes, Madam,” she answered. I hooked the leash to her collar. “How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper?” “I don't know,” she mumbled. “Do you need another twenty spankings?” “No, Madam.” I jerked the leash so she looked at me. “Then answer my question, Cuntlapper.” “Umm, on all fours.” She winced,.