"There. There. There." His words are soft. His hand moves south and around, and his fingers slide inside me.I groan."Talia " he breathes, and his teet... pull at my earlobe. "You're so ready."His fingers slide in and out of me, hitting that spot, that sweet, sweet spot again. The flogger clatters onto the floor and his hand moves over my belly and up to my breasts. I tense. They are sensitive."Hush," Daniel says, cupping one, and he gently brushes his thumb over my nipple."Ah."His fingers are. "Look, you two," Greg said immediately. "I've had some time to think about things. We've all made some terrible mistakes, but I think if we work together, we can overcome them."Jeff didn't want to overcome them, but he had to respect his father's wishes in this, so he merely nodded."Nobody's going to get punished, but things will have to change around here," continued Greg. "First of all, I want you two to try to stop being so affectionate with each other." You mean I can't sit on Jeff's lap. ”“Thanks, Jim. Yup. Another late night.”A short elevator ride, and Geeta was home. A quick shower both to cool herself down, and to cleanse, for it was unthinkable that she would undertake her nightly prayers in anything other the presentable state that the temple had trained her to require of herself. Geeta stepped from the shower, drying herself before the mirror. She was twenty-three, and in perfect physical condition. Her large breasts sagged not at all, and as her gaze lowered, she observe. Alexandra grabbed her by the hair and kissed her forcefully, then flung her away as she stepped back and untied the floor length robe she wore. The silk slithered to the floor revealing a statuesque dominatrix dressed in patent black leather knee high boots, matching stockings, panties and garter belt below while a black leather bra, revealing ample cleavage completed the ensemble."Please! PLEASE!" pleaded the housewife."Shut up, you sniveling little bitch! Every time you whine or cry out I.