Her other hand went straight for my cock, rubbing it through the cotton of my boxer-briefs. “You're sure of this,” she asked, pulling away. “Ab...olutely,” I replied. I gently pushed her down on the bed and leaned down, kissing her lips again as I caressed her arm with one hand. I moved slightly as I began to kiss and lick my way down her body. I licked and sucked on each nipple for a few minutes and then began to kiss my way down again. I kissed her belly button and then began to lick my way. She turned round to see me, the sobbing lessened.I inspected her legs and bottom closely, kneeling down to see her stripes. All the time praising her for being a good girl, a brave girl.This helped Sally stop sobbing and is a part of our method of building the character of girls.I traced some of the strokes the Mead had placed on the backs of her thighs. The moved up to comment on the cuts to her sit spot.Little did Sally know that these had been arranged by me! Finally tracing the hard,. She kept putting more and more lube on my hole. With each circular motion around my anus she pressed against the opening. I was offering no resistance at all. Her fingertip went in about an inch. She was probing me in such a gentle and loving way. Her other hand was wrapped around the base of my very stiff cock.She pulled her finger out and let go of my cock. Pushing my legs even further apart, I watched her head go down below my balls. And then I felt something that was totally unexpected. My. Crudele walked down the grand staircase where her husband waited at the bottom. She had on a little black cocktail dress with stiletto heels and carried a light wrap and a silver clutch purse. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white shirt with the top two buttons unfastened. Though his clothing was expensive it did nothing to hide his bull like physique. Just then the doorbell rang. Mrs. Crudele went and opened the door and ushered the dark haired young woman into the foyer. The girl.