All I got out of those 45 minutes or so was a sore ass. When we were released, our wrists were tied behind our backs palm-to-palm, and Sally and I had...to lick off the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from each other's tits and chests. Some of the Hershey's Syrup had run between our breasts and down almost to our navels, but the whipped cream had stiffened or dried somewhat and when we were separated; the whipped cream had set in little peaks. It was impossible to cleanly lick it all off, and. It took about twenty minutes before I heard Denise’s clear, sweet voice say, ‘We’re ready.’ When I entered the bedroom, the vision imparted stopped me in my tracks, and I stared at them, breathless. They were both kneeling, sitting on their heels, knees spread far apart. Their heads were bowed in a mock display of subservience, and they held each other’s outstretched hand as if giving womanly comfort and courage against their newfound male controller—their Master. I saw no hair between their. . !" Mark is on the phone, now?" Dianne interrupted the explaining teenager who was still avidly smiling at her."Yes, very much waiting for you, Mrs. Dianne!" he said, quickly scooping up her green silk gown from where she had tossed it over the chair and handing it to her. "Here, I will look the other way if you want!"Dianne's memory bank overflowed then, filling her with a wave of scarlet-cheeked confusion, the full impact of shame yet to come. She swung from the bed, slipping the robe around. I sighed. If there was even a hint of impropriety there, we could both be in some hot water. Juliana Donovan breaks up marriage. The headline would be much more gruesome than that. It would get ugly for sure. I reached my room and hit play on my iPod on the dresser as I walked by. Kelly Clarkson's "What doesn't kill you" came blaring through the speakers. I let my dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I wandered into my closet and selected a pair of red sheer lacy cheeky panties that.