I couldn’t comprehend a few months ago having to say such a phrase but those words had run around my mind endlessly for the last few weeks. With slo... deliberate intent he placed a hand on each of my hips, his face a matter of inches away from my waist. Taking his time he moved his hands down and took hold of my knickers sliding them down until they were in a bunch at the tops of my hold-up stockings. He leaned back slightly to admire the view ?What a lovely ginger bush you have Miss Watkins?. “What are we going to do?”“I don’t know, Betty. But if we don’t figure out something soon, we are going to be evicted,” he said sadly.“Oh, come on, I think the landlord will cut us a break for a month or two, until you find another job,” Betty insisted.“Betty, we are already two months behind on the rent,” Tom admitted. “We needed cash to pay for the new tires on your car. I couldn’t let you drive on them anymore; they were bald.”Betty looked at Tom and saw genuine worry. “So, what do we do. With his left working my clit slowly and his right synchronously working my vagina, I was ready to lose my mind. This was it. I was gushing lubricant all over Pete’s hand.I could feel it; I knew it. My left hand was still pinching and twisting my left nipple. I found my right hand wrapped around the edge of the table. Pete’s cock was straining against his pants. He was hard; rock hard as the back of my hand felt it twitch and throb as he leaned against me. I wanted to take it out and put it in. Burns writhed and moaned on increasingly reddening sheets as the blood trickled from the cuts and lacerations, the three dommes laughing as they sweated, their cunts bulging with pleasure as he suffered; Carmen's heart jumped and she gritted her teeth with anticipation as Dee signalled that his whipping was sufficient, he would now be humiliated before castration. Carmen eagerly untied the cord from the bedstead and the weeping and broken Burns was dragged from the bed, the black haired domme.