The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. "S...op fighting!" his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. "Mistress.. it hurts.." he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. "Shut up, slave. No one cares." she said coldly, pulling at his nipple piercings. He groaned as dull pain rushed to the area. He kept his eyes closed, feeling the pressure loosen. Cindy opened her mouth to take her aunt's tongue, but Josie stood back up, bringing her hands to her niece's shoulders and slipping the straps from her shoulder. "Let's get you out of this, dear," she said smoothly, stripping the thin cloth down Cindy's body as Cindy raised her legs and stepped out of the delicate teddy. Josie immediately repositioned Cindy on the couch, not giving her a chance to show off her body to the gathered family, though she knew they could all see her completely, and. .But this was as much as his cock was going to tolerate what it clearly considered to be useless philosophy. As she curled up against him, he found himself, almost in a daze, repositioning her, such that her lovely face went away and her juicy cunt came closer, till her legs were resting on the raised wooden end of the bed and his dick between her thighs. Hastily, he reasoned that he could always pull out before cumming, though he doubted if he could ever do that. But his hormones would. So foreign were the latter thoughts to Rachel, she had become hopelessly tongue-tied the next time she met Kyla. She had started blathering about Reece as a cover: “You should meet him, Miss – you two would get along so well…” Remembered the contents of the book, she added: “That’s if you’re still…” Then she faltered and floundered, feeling wildly silly. “Honey…” Kyla came to her rescue. “I still date guys. Rachel, just because I enjoyed a lesbian-themed novel. I haven’t crossed over. Although.