He can’t stand punishing me. I beg for it all the time but he only gives in a couple of times a year. I need it a lot more often than that…like ev...ry day. I had to promise to never ask him again if he would do it in front of you. He couldn’t wait to get it over with. That’s why he rushed through it like that.”She let that sink in and then she asked, “Will you punish me please. I can’t get off without it. I’ve tried! Masturbating just doesn’t do it for me. I blame my father for that.”I asked,. He slipped his hands between my legs from behind and started to rub and finger my pussy I was so close to the window my nipples were almost touching the glass. I played with my tits and nipples while he fingered me for a few minutes. The next thing I know he is sitting on the floor and has put his head between my legs and starts to lick me. I looked down and could see him licking away. I put my hands down to his head and pulled it into me running my fingers through his hair and pulling at it.. There are refreshments. Maybe it would improve your mood to have a drink or two while you wait”. He laughed, put her purse on the table, and apparently left the room. “What a prick”, she thought to herself. A drink did sound like a good idea to calm her down. She worked the hood up over her face enough to see around the room. She was in the kitchen area of a business. There were several bottles of bourbon and vodka, and a few mixers. She grabbed a glass and quickly poured some bourbon over ice.. " He also told me I'd need to come back weekly for further shotsin my nipples and lips, he winked when he said lips, and I knew what hehoped to be shooting between them each time.Despite my sore face, arse, nipples and lips, I couldn't stop wanking.Watching the pink talons pulling my pudding and imagining they belongedto Ruth, made me come again and again.The next morning two large boxes arrived. My instructions were to callMrs Heller when they did. The delivery man sniggered at my eyebrows.