I tell her I can’t I’ve lost use of my hands in the mono glove. She tells me to use my mouth, so I start. God this is hard, but if it pleases my ...istress than its what I must do. When I finally finish an hour later she scolds me for being so slow and then starts to punish me for not doing a good job. I thought I would have earned some freedom but she puts me back in my straight jacket, gags me with the orange ball gag, puts me in the tv room sitting in a straight back chair, ties my collar,. You right now long to feel my skilled tongue on your small clit...my nimble fingers in your snug ass as my length of black dick pounding into needy cunt. You hunger to please me so badly; you yearn to make me proud of my dirty little slut. You picture this will be the best spanking you ever received."You are doing very well, slut. I want you to come lay over my lap."Inhaling a deep breath, you move so that you are standing next to me. Glancing over at the bar, you observe the three are still. " "You don't have to understand it," Kiana replied, "why don't you just try some, it can't hurt any!?!" Before I do," Willa said slowly, "did it, I mean, did it really improve your sex life, I mean is it better for you now?!?" "Look at my clit, girl," Kiana replied, "it's always hard now, and totally engorged, and my lips are always flushed and open, and I'm always damp, I've even started wearing a thick feminine napkin because it constantly rubs against my clit, giving me orgasms all day. “She’s crying for you. God, Tony, why is your girlfriend crying for you. She’s begging you. Oh my god.” Tears ran from Beth’s eyes.“Beth. Hey Dumpling,” I said as I stroked her shoulder. “That isn’t my girlfriend ... exactly.”“Exactly? What does that mean? Wait!” Beth hadn’t stopped looking at the painting since she sat down. I’d seen her look at my paintings before and she was looking for what I’d hidden. I often put shapes in the leaves of a landscape or hid treasures among the rocks I.