Days like today gave them a good opportunity to express it in their choice of the clothes they wore and Gerald was more than happy to do justice to th...m by showing his appreciative recognition of the efforts they had made by enjoying the fashion parade. The other cars had customarily arrived to discharge their occupants and had then driven away; with the inevitable cluttered congestion that ensued. Gerald on the other hand stayed after he dropped Jenny and with no urgent need to go on to. ? In Italian, she commanded him toscream, and he did, until the flogging of genitals finally stopped, even thoughhe had no idea what she had said.Mistress Maria could see that her slave was spent when sheentered the dungeon the next time.? Hehad been bound in the same position with his hands above his and his legsspread for two hours.? His head layagainst the muscles of one arm, and he wobbled on his legs, relying on hisbound wrists to hold him upright. His reddened flesh was mottled and. They hardly seemed to fill it. What hypnotised me was the size of the nipples pushing against the lace. Without being asked she unzipped the skirt, letting it drop and stepping out of it. She was wearing a tiny pair of lace knickers outside the garter belt, her cheeks bulging slightly over the tight elastic. She stood still then, absently stroking a breast. “Lie on your back on the bed and stroke what ever feels good.” I surprised myself again. Again she nodded slightly and. "I heard all of those other women talk about being taken, and it made me ... made me..." Wet, right?" Julia finished for her. Mary had insisted on paying for some regular sessions with Julia."Yes. Is it wrong of me to want that? It sounds like other men enjoy it as much as the women do," Mary asked plaintively."Nothing that brings increased satisfaction to both partners is wrong," Julia assured her patient. "Well, I guess I would have to set some limits, but generally, if it feels good ... It.