Yet" Then, turning back to her, I continued. "Ingrid, I want you to think of a word that always makes you happy. A word that you'd always like to have...bring you back to this restful, relaxing place. Once you know that word, say it to me." ... ginger..." Now, Ingrid, if either Ward or myself call you Ginger, and it's obvious what we're after, you will immediately fall into this trance. If Ward says the word, you'll focus on him like you're focused on me. But my commands and suggestions will. Perhaps my terrible punishment was over, he rubbed and wiped and was very gentle. Then I felt something cold and hard being put into my pussy, then he pulled it out, I wasn’t sure it what It had been. He shoved my legs up around my head so my little pussy was stretched upward. He then took a large bottle, I realized then it was Champagne, he took the bottle and snapped the lid just a little it was a cheap bottle he had brought home for Momma one night when she wanted to feel special she had. Morgan Mulstein Ph.D'.In the center of the room underneath my feet was the most ugly and repulsive rug I have ever seen, looks like some weird kind of geometric pattern in burgundy, and on top of the rug was another mahogany coffee table with another plant, this one was a bonsai tree, luckily one of the only things in the world of nature that you could even recognize (Thank you, Mr. Miyagi)."... Luke?" the sound of your own name snapping you back to reality."Hmm?" is all you could reply while. I had a great view.Amber still had her back to me, but now her ass was sticking out and her green panties had ridden further up into her crack, letting more of her ass cheeks be exposed. I could also see she was wet and her panties were soaked to the point of being transparent. I admired her ass. It was perfect, round and shapely without being too big. It was firm but not so tight that it did not bounce when she walked. I watched as Amber began to lick up and down John’s shaft. Finally I met.