" I'll write a note." I'm following Renee around today. We have the same classes." Oh?"Ms. Christensen looked at Renee standing next to me. Renee arch...d her brows."Fine. I can write you both notes, but Renee, do you mind waiting outside." Sure," Renee said. As she left the room, she shot me a peculiar grin. The door closed behind her."So – uh – look, I'm sorry about how we left things this morning." Alright." So, are we cool? Are you okay?"That morning, before we'd left, I'd chosen her outfit.. I run my finger tips around her tummy button, then slowly up and through her cleavage before making a figure of eight around her breasts. Both nipples are now hard and pointing. Leaning in, I suckle her right nipple. Her right leg rises then drops slowly, pushing the duvet lower, revealing her wonderful, full, rug of ginger pubic hair.Watching her face, her eyelids flutter as I move my fingers lower, across that little garden of soft hair. Continuing down the inside of her right thigh, her. By the fact that they were from the taller of the two, I assumed that they belonged to my wife. I got another boner watching them embrace so I settled back to watch the show. I could see the image of my wife as she started to back away from the hug and reach up to Little Bits chest. I was mesmerized by the sight of her playing with my sisters breasts, fussy as my sight was through the glass door, and I started to stroke my cock in a slow even rhythm as I watched the event playing out before me.. Correct, slave?“„Yes, Madame,“ answered the girl, her voice tight. One of the ropes around her neck must have been near to strangling her.Madame Vesta glanced up at the clock-indicator. „Still over six hours to go,“ she said. Quentin watched a large tear roll down one cheek. Oh the suffering... the incessant suffering!Then on to another Punishment Cell. Before him, Quentin saw a large wooden weel, with escalator-like steps. „This is the Treadmill,“ announced Madame Vesta, „not in use at the.