After about five minutes, she decided to sit back down. Take my jeans off she barked, and my panties. When I had done this, she laughed and opened her...legs wide. Look at my pussy she said. Now lean forward and give it a big kiss, and apologise to it that your tongue has taken so long to lick it clean. I did as she commanded, whilst she laughed again. Now, she said, I am going to teach you how to make me cum, and after that you had better get it right every time, or else she spitted. Got it. Yes. I feel oil drip onto my spine and be pressed into my tissues. She tells me I'd better not fall asleep and I chuckle I can't make any promises. She slaps me hard between the shoulders, right where I can't reach. I tell her it was going so well until right then. Then the grinding stops and she dismounts me. I lay there for a moment until I hear from the other side of the closet her telling me to turn on the light. I roll the dimmer on just enough to see shadows. More, she says. A little. “Where is your calendar?” Candy wasn’t in the mood for kisses. She was too busy being a chef. He pointed to the calendar hanging on the wall. She giggled. “No, silly, a colander, to drain the spaghetti.” He heard the difference in pronunciation the second time, but he didn’t know what she was talking about otherwise.When she figured out that he really didn’t know what she meant, she had him pour the water out of the pot in which she had boiled the spaghetti. She held the lid on so that only the. I am sorry, Sir." No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to." Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when you have me at such a disadvantage?"Her predicament was clear. She was tied in a chair, hips and ass tight against the back, arms straight down to her sides and feet one to each leg, on the outside, so that her pussy was spread wide open, fully accessible to my attentions.But I hadn't stopped at tying her to the chair. Once she was secure, I laid the chair.